For whatever reason, although Cleo is super-affectionate with us, she is Deathly Afraid of all dogs. and small children. Bunni, on the other hand, loves everyone and everything. We took them to the beach during her last visit, and little Bunni is happily chasing Cleo, thinking she's found a friend. Not so, little pug, not so. Cleo lets her know she's not in the market for new friends, with a little body slam at the end.
Note the hi-lar-ee-yos way Bunni's hind legs cartwheel around and around as she's walking. Where do those paws think they're going? it's like they're dancing away from the rest of her little rump.Note: this is, of course, pre-tragic injury.
We took the pugs for a whirlwind tour of the East Coast for the July 4 holiday week. We thought that since the pug princesses were such seasoned travelers by now, we would dispense with the sedatives. It worked out well.
The sweetlets were really well behaved. Just one little whimper from Cleo when we touched down in DC, just to let us know that she would prefer being in a lap next time.
The puglets sleep with us every night. They hog the whole bed, pushing and shoving until the poor humans in the bed are huddled on the edge by morning. And yet the princesses make their petulance very clear, that we don't offer them prime position -- our pillows. As soon as Dave leaves the bed to visit the bathroom in the morning, Cleo seizes her opportunity.
Sasha is very good and waits patiently for his return.
Laundry day. I set one of Dave's shirts on the floor to dry flat. Foolish me! When I returned to the room, the shirt looked suspiciously like it had been tampered with. It was covered with telltale pawprints!