Where was I?

Oh, no! I seriously had a lot to share with you in the past couple of months but my mother keeps taking silly pictures of me and posting about them instead of going back to what's really important.
See the picture above? Taken this morning. I was sitting in a bed. No story to tell. Boring!

Do I look scared?

Two minutes before the vet's closed for the weekend find me writing this post at home. My mother's been debating whether she should board me or not. We lost power last night and I panted until dad connected a fan to the generator. Today, it is cold. We are hoping that the storm is not as bad as mom fears (scary cat, she is) and that dad connects the fan for me in a timely manner.
Would you like to know what happened right before this picture was taken?
Mom asked: "who's the love of my life?"
And I ran away.

Bad season, bad

Hello friends,
I've overheard something about someone called Isaac who may or may not pass by our house and damage it.
If he comes, I'll have to go stay at boarding because it is not only safer but it also has a generator for the A/C unit.
I say: "Let me stay home and defend it up to the last bark in me."
"Barking won't scare Isaac away, Coco".
"You bet it won't. Woof!"

The twenty-first

Friends,
This post is dedicated to our fellow pug friend, Brando. He was recently rescued and tested positive to heartworm and a few other bugs nopuggy deserve to have.
Today, just like the twenty-first of every month I demand - yes, I bark and scratch the bathroom cabinet where medicines are stored - my heartworm preventative chew. Sometimes I start asking a few days in advance and that's o.k. because even if my mother forgets, I never do.
The bottom line is that in this twenty-first century, being that information is available for everyone, lack of knowledge shouldn't be the excuse for us pets to suffer. Owning a pet is not only a blessing but a responsibility!

My sister, my double and me.

Hello all,
It seems like ever since I started being in most of my sister's wardrobe our grandmother has started showing serious signs of aging.
Friends, look at both pictures closely. Where am I?
Well, grandma asked how my sister was able to ride the bike with me on top of her.
By the way, it is time to name my sister again. She's been "baby sister" for way too long. She is not a baby; she is a full grown bossy toddler. I called her "Alpha" for a while, but I don't find it appropriate anymore because who, being as bossy and dominant as she is, needs such a strong reassurance? Right?
It is time to brainstorm - suggestions are welcome.
Thank you!

Potbelly

Friends,
Hello. After weeks of waiting, I heard the most treasured words besides food, carrots and treats (although I know those words in Spanish, not in English): "lets take Coco for a walk".
And we walked all the way to the edge  of pavement and back, because it started to rain. Of all excuses, this is the lamest one - in my opinion.
And then, I had to hear my own father say that I look like a potbelly pig. What can I say back, if he is handsome and fit and is often confused as being his older daughter's brother?
"and you look like... Like... To be twenty five years younger!". Not offensive enough, nope.

My future stomachache

My father has been buying different types of mango and avocado trees in the past few months. They are all very small.
He still hasn't figured out where they will be planted, but it doesn't matter because, again, they are very small.
The other night, my mother woke up at 3 AM worried about how I will get too sick from eating all those mangoes and avocados that will fall from the trees -Someday.
And now she doesn't want the trees anymore.

The Monster

That would be me - according to my mother. She was forced to put the little piece of toast in a bucket on top of the television yet I wouldn't leave it alone. At least she could give me some credit for teaching my sister her first sentences:
"Toto, what are you doing?"
"Toto, échate pa'llá" (Coco, move over there).
And in both languages, nevertheless.

Food is food

It doesn't matter if it is real or faked! Or if your way-too-little-to-cook sister has little animals on a dish... And she calls that "pizza".
I need to get my paws into blogging more. I have had quite a few adventures that need to be shared.
Hasta la vista, amigos!

On my way to buy a calendar...

For my mother! She said Tuni's tribute day was on Tuesday, so I posted on Tuesday of last week. The cell phone's alarm went off today showing "Tuni Tribute Tuesday" and mom said how silly she was to program it on the wrong date. Duh, it was supposed to be today!
Anyway, before you guys run away screaming, my sister is probably pretending to use a lipstick in this picture; not smoking! I don't think she's ever seen anyone smoking so she isn't even pretending to do so. Something about sneeze attacks and mother being allergic to fragrances, fumes, odors, dust and the like. Except pug fur - or pug produced fumes. That's O.K.