My very own personal space heater

Good morning, friends!

I hope you are all warm and toasty! It got really cold yesterday - daddy says it was 60 degrees inside the house. That's very cold for us, considering that my family has been going to the beach everyday until this past weekend.

So, it was time to turn the central A/C to "heater" for the first time. It didn't work! Next, it was time to start the logs in the chimney for the first time. It didn't work!

Us babies were at risk of hypothermia, except that my sister is always warm because she sleeps in the family bed. I can't sleep there, not because I am not allowed (which I am according to mom but I am not according to dad) but because I never wanted to. What if I fall? I'd rather be on ground level. Sleepwalking is safer there.

Anyway, mom put my PJs on and kissed me good night. Later, I woke her up. I was shivering, uncomfortable and restless. She could listen my paws on the floor as I tried to find the warmest and softest spot. Me bed is by the sliding door - not the warmest place. But is the softest so I kept coming back. What a difficult desicion for me!

Mom had to wait for my sister to go back to sleep from night nursing #2 (that may go up to #10 if mom can count right half-asleep) to jump out of bed and hug me.

I know I've said before that I don't like to be hugged for so long but this time it was different. We had a purpose - to make me feel warm! She didn't stop hugging me until my last ear was warm. She was clearly taking advantage of how easily huggable I was, I know that.

Then, she moved my bed to the other side of the room, put her fleece sweater on top of the bed, put a warm pillow on one side and placed me on top of it. There I stayed - and sneezed a few times, to my mom's concern - until the next morning.

When she woke up she took me to the vet not because I was cold the night before, as I had thought, but because my monthly shot was due. She was clearly not THAT insane, but I still found it appropiate to have the serious talk with her. "Only because it was very cold, mom. Don't get accostumed to those long hugs - and don't ever dream to do it in public!".

New Year, new name.

Hello friends!

I wish you all a Happy New Year!

Just a quick note to let you all know that we are doing great and that my sister has added quite a few new words to her repertoire, being the most important one MY NAME.

Yes, I have been upgraded from the generic Wow-wow to a real name. You can all call me now PooPoo.

Thank you, sister. Very appropiate.

On a break...

My aunt, uncle, grandma, three hairy-cousins and one fur-cousin are visiting for two weeks and I couldn't be more happy and exhausted at the same time.

I know this should be an occasion to post many pictures and adventures but I just can't afford to distract any minute from begging for food and getting crumbs off the floor with so many people around!

I'll be back soon!

(Now off to a 5-minute express nap)

Merry Christmas to all my friends!

Hello friends!

Last week was our company Christmas party at mom's boss' house. The list of guests was long, but the highlight of it was that it included "1 dog". Mom's boss was kind enough to consider my enjoyable presence at the party. If only my bossy sister wasn't also invited... she kept holding my leash, while I tried to beg (then harass if the beg didn't work) all other guests.

For my good behaviour I got an early present today. I was bottlefed with organic berry yogurt while playing "doll".

We wish you all a very special day today!

Love,

Coco and family

Winter time

It's cold this morning. What should I wear today? Mom and I like the few cold days we have down here to wear boots (mom) and clothes (me).

Worries...

Hello to all!

I think I am in big trouble.

There's a rumour at home about me not behaving lately.

Then there's pictures of my sister petting a big black pug yesterday.

Am I getting a pug sibling for Christmas? Don't do that to me, Santa. I need all of those bread crumbs on the floor for myself.

Shhh...

*whispering*

Thank you friends for the congrats on my gotcha day. I noticed that I received more hugs and kisses from mom than daddy received from her on any anniversary of theirs. Dad makes fun of mom because she tends to remember dates and the clothes she was wearing on special and not so special ocassions. Then he makes fun of her because mom remembers the day they met, the day they first went to this place, the day they went to that other place, the day he said this and that, the day she purchased that over there... and in the end, the don't celebrate any of those.

Anyway, my family decided to stay home all day yesterday... to let mom hug me all she wanted, I guess? Now, between you and me, it was torture. We had run out of carrots and green beans. Everytime they opened the fridge it was dissapointing. I couldn't even beg, it was almost empty! I couldn't nap, I couldn't get any snacks, I couldn't relax following everyone's steps...

And to make things worst, I had to babysit today.

*sigh*.

It is my gotcha day!

Hello friends!

Six years ago, mom and dad found me at a pet store, and I became mom's best Christmas present ever! That's what the t-shirt I am wearing says, and it features a pug! (Special thanks to my little sister for lending me her t-shirt.)

Wordless Wednesday

Advice needed

Hello friends,

Mom is about to have a nervous breakdown. She blames stress at work, lack of sleep and all the other normal responsibilities an almost 40-year old adult should know how to handle but she doesn't. But THAT is not the real problem.

The problem is that she finds me cuddly. She loooves to hug me, kiss me and pet me - and I used to let her do it. She swears it makes her stress go away.

Now, I've never been the type of guy that snuggles or kisses or sits on a lap. I like to be on my own; I like to focus on my upmost goal - food. With the addition of my little sister to the family, I've become interested in sports as well - stretching, jumping, hunting... and I aim to perfection.

Obviously, that leaves NO room for additional activities, like hugging, kissing or cuddling. Whenever mom calls me, I do not come. If she hugs me, I step back. A kiss? Maybe. Two kisses? Too much. I need all 4 senses focused on my goal.

Any advice on how to deal with an aging, overwhelmed,overbearing mother?

Thank you very much.