A first for the pugs!

Sashacleo have never had lamb before! What a callous oversight by their mama. We thought to make amends last night.

yum.... lamb curry... with peas... wait a minute. Sasha doesn't normally like peas.

Oh, yes, she does.

Bathtime

I brought the pugs to inspect the new wood floor in the master hallway this past weekend.

After thoroughly investigating (read: rolling around in) the house, the pugs were in desperate need of a bath. Sasha was being so ridiculously squiggly post-bath, that she refused to be adequately towel-dried. So she got a blow-dry finish.

Cleo is afraid, as of other things, the hair dryer. So she just got wrapped up, papoose-style.

Reflective moment

Sasha took a moment to contemplate the sun, the sky and the meaning of life. From behind the blinds.

The best treat ever

After careful consideration, I have decided that Marin Sun Farms has the best beef. Ever. This last time I tried a slightly different method of preparation for the rib eye bone in steaks. We found it quite tasty. The pugs liked it, too.

They were tres stinky after all that feasting. They got a bath.

Jockeying for pole position

On the long drive home from Tahoe, Sashacleo both decided they need to help their daddy in the driver's seat. After quite a bit of wriggling (note Cleo's squooshed little head in the background),

wrestling (note Cleo's yowl of protest),

and squirming, the puglets decided on a mutually OK driving position.

Not so OK for the man actually at the wheel, tho. Once we were actually out of the parking lot, I got one pug and the other pug got to stay with the driver.

Weekend skiing

We brought the pugs to another weekend in Tahoe. We skiied all day. I do believe that the lazy puglets slept all day.


After skiing, the smalls were so worn out, they were unconscious. un-revivable.



Sasha even deigned to spoon my leg a little.

Whirlwind weekend

Having the grandpappy and grandmammy around makes for a lot of activity for a pug. For example, there's a lot of begging to be had. Lots of eating.

Lots of sleeping.

And... a crazy amount of snuggling.

Happy Valentine's Day!

The puggilinis got all the love for V-day.

Lovin' with the grandpappy

Sashacleo got in some good loving time with their grandpappy. Cleo took every opportunity to drape herself all over the Big Piece of Food.

She had absolutely no shame.

Even the normally private pug, Sasha, got in on the lovefest. Very odd. She was feeling unusually affectionate.

Happy Clee

Cleopatra is quite content to be with her grandmammy again.


She even enjoys the exuberant headlock.

Inspector pugs

The pugs visited the house again this weekend. Sasha was critically and closely evaluating the new shower floor in the master bathroom.

Cleo... who knows what Cleopatra was inspecting. A big bag of dirt? A large dust pile?

She'll keep her observations to herself, thank u very much.

New bed

I was at Costco earlier this week, and I couldn't resist buying a new, plush, clean bed for the pugilinis. It was a bah-gahn -- 15 dolla! I wasn't sure what the pugs' reaction would be. Would they like it? reject it outright? perhaps prefer their other, much more expensive, fancy bed? I shouldn't have been worried. The puglets knew exactly what to do with the new ball of plush.

Cleo was particularly pleased.

Sasha's innermost thoughts

Most of the time Sasha looks like this -- all sleepy, flat head with droopy eyes.



What we're not privy to are the secret desires bouncing around behind those bedroom eyes. A trick of the light reveals to the camera what's running thru that little pug mind.



Apparently that would be the fires of hell... look carefully and you can just make out Cleo amidst the flames.

Runtypatra

I think the video pretty much speaks for itself.

Skiing in Tahoe

We brought the pugletinis with us this past weekend, to ski in Tahoe. Sasha had a glorious time, frolicking thru and eating the snow. That and sleeping the day away in a new place was pretty exhausting. At the end of the day, she would just collapse in a sleepy heap on her daddy's chest.

Just a little pug bundle.


Who's the one who's apres ski, here, anyway?