Vienna is probably the pugs' favorite place in the world to be. Lots of love and attention from the big pieces of food. Constant adoration. Continuous petting. The girls responded to all the love and attention with lots of love of their own.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Clearly, she was unfazed. I woke up from a sound nap in the middle of the flight to look down and see Naked Escaped Pug on the floor, looking up and patiently waiting for me to make room for her on my lap. So on the way back, we QUADRUPLED her dose.
Again. Totally unaffected.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Naps are always preceded by this look. Why, Miss Sasha, what big teeth you have.
The next is also a popular look for the girly girl. Always something tasty in the air for this pug.
And, how could I leave out the classic Sasha Excited Look. The -- did. u. say. treat. -- look.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Sasha gets so riled when Cleo is getting her bath. I think it's because Cleo is getting attention. So, when Cleo finally made it out of the tub, she got attacked. In the process, I think Sasha re-injured her leg. By the time I was done towelling Cleo off, I found that Sasha had helped herself to the bed. She looked at me like -- i'm hurt. i deserve to be on the bed.
Cleo thought so too, I guess.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Why is it that dogs consistently do the same things -- scratch and sniff. Sasha will vigorously scratch and scratch and scratch, and then, all of the sudden, she'll look at the scratching paw like she's never seen it before and has no idea how it got there. and then sniff it. suspiciously. as if it's not ATTACHED TO HER.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
She couldn't decide where she would be more comfortable -- on the floor with me, or on the sofa with Dave. She bounced back and forth. Each time, she would 'ask' to be on my lap with a gentle nudge of her paw. This got a little tiresome for me. When I tried to ignore her tho, she took her paw and just shoved me.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
The girls knew instantly the little box contained something for them. Something edible. Sasha began to investigate.
Cleo dispensed with the feeble opening technique and decided to just get into it.
Clever girls figured out that if they slammed the box enough with their paws, the box would go flying, the top would fall off, and -- JACKPOT.
This is what the poor little box looked like after the pugs were done with it.
Sasha really enjoyed her little pug candy treat. She started licking the floor for crumbs.
She got really into it. Lots of -- awr rowr ARR!
Usually Sasha wins. Not this time, tho. I guess she's not quite back up to snuff.
Friday, November 10, 2006
They slept like that, the whole way home. Little girls.
Thursday, November 9, 2006
It's been such a long time since they've seen such a wide expanse of grass. They shot out of the car and started tearing around like crazed animals. Very interested in all the new smells, too.
Our little outing was pretty inspiring to the bladder, apparently.
Wednesday, November 8, 2006
Sasha, being the more mature and placid pug, was very well-behaved at the vet's. Cleo... she was convinced that all the people coming into the room examining Sasha must actually be giving her really tasty treats. She was frantic to share. So I gave them both a little cabbage. Cleo thought that was pretty tasty.
Cleo was so excited to get a treat that she rewarded me by putting out the biggest, stinkiest poop on the vet's floor. Lots of wailing and gnashing of teeth ensued, this time by me. Cleo was pretty darn proud of herself.
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
I retaliated by draping her in all of the blankets, like a straitjacket.
Monday, November 6, 2006
Today is Sasha's 8th birthday! Such an exciting day! She decided it was occasion to dress up in her sparkly beads. Cleo thought she would dress up, too.
I thought to celebrate with a Birthday Treat. Since Miss Birthday Porky is trying to lose weight, she got nonfat organic strawberries... stuffed with glucosamine chondroitin. And, of course, lots of love and kisses from her mommy. Cleo treated Sasha to a kiss, too.
Saturday, November 4, 2006
When I came home, Cleo ran past me after a cursory lick, to run outside to look for Sasha. She was pretty thrilled when Sasha came back home.
Friday, November 3, 2006
He said that the best thing for her is to lose weight. She weighed in at 18 lbs 6 oz!!! Porky Pug! I suspect that Dave is slipping them more food than necessary. I felt like such the bad pug mommy at the vet's. How dare I allow my defenseless animal to get fat.
Thursday, November 2, 2006
His place was nice. Spacious office with wood trim, it's the only vet's office I've been in that doesn't reek like scared animal and antiseptic. He also has digital radiography for Xrays and CAT scans -- I mean, some human radiology groups can't afford that.
Like I said, amazingly costly pug.
I took her to the vet after work, which was traumatic. Sasha associates bad memories with the place. She started wildly shaking as soon as I walked in the door, and because I was holding her in my arms, it looked like I was having seizures. Poor scared pug. Poor misrepresented mommy. The vet took some Xrays and referred me to an orthopedic vet, because she thought there may be a fracture of her little pug arm. Fracture??!! poor unlucky pug.
Wednesday, November 1, 2006
The laughs were demoralizing for Sasha.
Cleo got into the spirit of the holiday and put on her freaky glowing scary eyeballs.
She was scaring all the children, so then she tried to be innocent and look away.