Early signs of aging

Hello friends!
I hope you are all doing well! I have a confession to make... I really really need to catch up reading all of your blogs. And also updating mine! But my senile mother can't remember what pictures she's already posted on my blog... Can you believe that? She is younger than me in dog years!
So that makes for yet another post with a picture taken today, no story attached. Enjoy!

The forbidden treat

Hello friends,
Thank you for the birthday wishes!
Speaking of wishes, a couple of weeks ago, I said: "I wish chocolate was not allowed in the house. It is a dangerous temptation".
And then, one week ago, my wish came true. It turns out that my sister got that "must-eat-chocolate-now-and-also-in-five-minutes-and-then-again" gene from my parents. So she would not eat much of anything else. And chocolate was banned from the house.

How The Girl Stole My Birthday Party

Every Pug down in Pugville liked Birthday parties a lot, 

but the Girl, who lived just south of Pugville - did not.

From the moment she arrived she was sure to be in charge.

"I didn't have a Birthday Party", was heard from afar.

From the Fountain of Youth, I couldn't drink a drop

for I am too short to reach on my own.

Our plan to photograph The Preserve on my big day was gone

as she soon decided to run back home.

When playtime was over, dinner was served. 

I shouldn't have trusted that sweet little face.

For one of those kibbles

was certainly tasted by her.

Of all the food served, it didn't surprise me

that she wouldn't eat, except what was prepared specially for me.

Do you see that little hand?

It stole my carrot cupcake at once.

What other proof I need, 

than to show you this.

Ashamed she should be

that I had to sneak in to eat.

With a few doggy cupcakes left

Happy Birthday was sung

But as I prepared to make my wish

The Girl stole my space and blew the candles for me.

The real party started after we ate the cake,

but the dance floor was taken and I found no place.

We started playing games before we hit the road

but she then had to ask why I was in that board.

When chocolate was served, I had no choice

but to complain because I can have none.

It is my birthday, it must be all about me.

Gimme that phone, I am calling home.

With so much going on, 

she finally passed out.

And no one can say that I don't like to share

as I celebrated my big day with my very best friend.

~ The End ~

P.S. My Birthday is today. My best friend Jax's Birthday is in two days.

The Girl can't complain, if we like to celebrate.

Training 101

By now you should all know that my mother failed at getting me trained. I was registered for obedience lessons as a puppy but never got to attend because I was sick every other week. When I got better, I lost vision so there was no point in going to a class.
As I was growing up, it became quite obvious that I was the alpha one when daddy was not around; mom had to accept that fact and comply to my requests.
Given that background, I can only be amused at this little person's intent to manage my life. I am constantly being waken up with a loud "wow, wow, come! Let's go! Drink water! No, not here, over there! Wow, wow, take this! Here!".
And today, she intended to tuck me in to sleep on command. "wow, wow, come to sleep! Here, now!". I doubt that's being taught in puppy training class.

Do you know what smart pugs do?

They teach a class early morning and then they go to work for the rest of the day.

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!