Winds of Change

The other day, my brother Kilborn the cat disappeared. This is a big problem since he has been consistently providing me on a daily basis with dessert (from his rear end).

Now, this weird looking dog Truman has showed up. First, he just started hanging out.



Next, the carrier he arrived in disappeared and this crate appeared a few feet from mine.



Don't get me wrong, he's cool and all (despite his HUGE nose), but I'm a little confused as to his status.

Tired Puggy

How tired a pug is is directly proportional to how far its tongue hangs out.

(My mouth is NOT open in this picture.)

Not Exactly My Idea of Dog Training but...

Dad says that I should learn to win fights with ideas rather than with teeth.

When no one else will sit with me...

...I can always count on the arm rest to cuddle with me.

Foot Binding

As much as I try to pretend that I'm french, in the end, a pug's native roots are in China. In the spirit of my heritage, my parents thought it'd be fun to bind my feet. I guess this makes me more sexually attractive, so I'm willing to go through the process if it means some future hot action with that shih-tzu downstairs.

Hot Date!

Last weekend, Isabelle's parents went on vacation.









That meant that I got to spend some quality time with my princess.







I get all crazy whenever I see her and I tend to show off by yelping and running in figure 8's while dragging my butt on the ground.



She apparently was eager to see me as well. She had gotten a new haircut, I assume, just for me.
















So I marked the neighborhood, thus proving that I'm the man around here, and she reciprocated by letting me sniff her butt.

Staying Cool

It's tough having a shortened palate in the summer. I haven't stopped panting in days. It's always nice to cool down with a shower though. Especially with pug shampoo.

Special Dinner

Dad came home the other day and put a crispy fish burrito on the table in front of the couch. He then left to take a shower. I could only assume this meant it was mine. I had a little trouble opening the wrapper, but mmm mmm mmm was it good!!!

Party Animal

Last night, Isabelle's dad had a birthday party. While I tried multiple times to enter the house to say hi to my on-again-off-again girl, I remained relegated to the patio.


There I found beer.

I was lucky enough to find a human to help a pug out.

Summer Camp

This weekend I'm blogging from CageFree K-9 Camp. I've been here a few times and it's amazing. They've even got a special small dog area.

Ferme La Porte

Which is french, my first language, for "close the door". You know, whatever I can do to help around the house and earn my keep.

The Great Pug Run

Sometimes Dad takes me on walks. Other times he takes me on runs. In my youth, I was a long distance runner - the only pug I know of who's run a 10K in under 50 minutes. Since turning 21 (3 in human years) I'm just into 100 yard dashes. But as the link above shows, I still gotz da skillz.

Carlos

At first I thought my dad was trying to throw me off by bringing a mirror on our morning walk. But upon careful testing, I noticed that the "image" wasn't mimicking my motions. It was in fact, Carlos!

I hadn't seen Carlos for a few months so I figured I ought to remind him, by marking various objects, that the entire neighborhood was my turf. I'm not sure though if his subsequent markings were acknowledgement or annexation.

Scotch

I love scotch. Scotchy scotch scotch. Down in my belly. Drink drink drink.

Easter Breakfast

I got to attend breakfast this morning at our neighbor's house. Unfortunately though, there was a noticeable lack of pug food.

Let Dead Pugs Lie

After about 9PM, you can put a fork in me. I'm done for the night. As is obvious to anyone, there is nothing that can wake me.

Pugfather

Looks like all my OCD marking habits have paid off. I run this here neighborhood.

When Pugs Go Bad

Check out this video of what must be a distant cousin of mine.

Cotton Tongue

I find that the more tired I get, the more my tongue hangs out.

I'm Back!

Wow, it's been almost a month since my last post! While Dad would like to play it off with this picture as me just "being on vacation," the real reason was that he was hogging the computer. Sorry about the wait.