Wordless Wednesday

Six years ago...

I was born! I haven't received my present yet, but I don't think I can handle any more kisses from my mother. And don't tell me that those kisses are my present. No way.

Also, three years ago, I started my blog. I was a shy pug and it took a big deal of effort to decide to press that "create a blog" button. And I am so glad I did!

Cheers!

It's the weekend, friends

And my birthday is coming soon. Mom, why don't you go shopping for my present? There's an appliance store nearby and I would like one of these. Just make sure it has a doggy door. Thank you.

Work Schedule

Good morning friends,

Mom and dad were talking about work yesterday. There's been a lot going on in dad's work place ever since he left for medical leave and he is very stressed out about it. There's also been changes in mom's office and she is very stressed out as well. And then, I heard the shocking news: mom clocks in and out. Really? Can you imagine having your lunch time limited by a horrible machine? Can you believe this has been going on for almost a year?

Not to make you feel bad mom, but, would you like to know what I am doing while you clock in to work, out to lunch, in again to work and then out to go home?

Be safe, my friends

I hope all of our friends on the hurricane path are safe and well. We are in the process of getting our home prepared for a hurricane, because they seem to like this area the most.

"Mom, I know that you are saving money for important things in life. But, could we get a new doggy door? Please?"

Driving Miss Bossy

Hellooo *yawn*...

Can you imagine a life of sleep deprivation, a.k.a. pug torture? Let me explain what is going on here.

First, daddy is on medical leave. That makes for an anxious pug that is constantly hunting for bread crumbs and fallen pieces of whatever he may be eating at the time. That's limited my nap time on week days.

Add to that, a loving sister who wants to hug me as soon as she wakes up in the morning. Or at dawn. Or even a couple of hours after she's gone to bed.

Then, there's the driving her to places... I am truly exhausted!

Wordless Wednesday

Mom needs a vacation

Mommy has a few brand new gray hairs. One of us is responsible for that, I heard. Something about someone being stubborn and driven but too little at the same time.

I am little. Mom? Am I in trouble?

Right where I belong

Hello friends!

I am back after a very difficult time. I was in charge of our home and of the care and protection of the ladies of the family because daddy was hospitalized and underwent surgery last week. Although it was a time of great responsibility for me, it was also an enjoyable time, since I was able to be bossy and I was also allowed to sleep with my mother and sister. Or, they were allowed to sleep with me, to be more precise. Mom complained that the floor is too hard to sleep on for a whole week. My sister didn't say a word, other than baba, dada, agua and mama.

I behaved, as was expected by my father. And that ocassion when my mother had to run home right when dad's surgery ended - and before she was allowed to see him - because the alarm went off? No, I didn't push that door. It was mom's fault for not closing it properly. I was a starving pug waiting for someone to feed me. It is not my fault that the surgery started much later than expected. Lucky mom, she was allowed to see dad in the post-op room before heading home. She can't tell what freaked her out the most: if the fear of going home and find uninvited guests there, or the devastating look of my father in pain.

Now that we are back to normal, I have resumed my post right next to the refrigerator door.

Look who's walking

Dear friend,
Have you ever been chased? I bet you have. Non-stop? I wish not.
Lucky me, I was given a brand new bed to rest well at night. What do you think? Do you like it? It came with girly bedding, but I plan to get rid of that soon!