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.
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.
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.
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.