Husband insisted on changing out the winter down duvet for the summer weight duvet, for our bed. Despite knowing we will regret not having its warmth in about, oh, 3 weeks, when 'summer' officially starts. Cleo immediately nestled into this fabulous comfy spot, like a homing pug missile.
She's covered with down. Funny pug.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sasha's hideaway
Another long weekend of unpacking. Sasha escaped the hustle and bustle by nesting in a good spot in the closet.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
No more moving!
Hopefully this will be the final move for us, for a long time. Meaning, we're looking to stay at least 5 years in this house, which will be a record. For the 2nd and final move, we schlepped all of our stuff out of storage. Pugletinis unfortunately didn't have their aunti Vananh to distract them, so they stoically endured the commotion and protected us from all moving evil. Such protection is bought at a high price. Sashacleo were exhausted.
Sasha could barely keep her face symmetric.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
anything for meee??
While we were loading the dishwasher last night, Sasha got a leetle bit too interested.
mama! where's the good stuff?!
Friday, April 18, 2008
Home again
Now that we're back home, we're able to take our rambling (flat) walks thru the (flat) neighborhood. No monstrous hills, no ferocious ghetto dogs, no hungry mountain lions, and lots of peace and quiet. Sasha has exhausted herself sniffing every little blade of grass.
She can't even lift her head.
She can't even lift her head.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Bag o' friends
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
may i have a leetle? pleeez?
In the process of packing up all of our belongings, our dining table has become a staging platform for boxes. So we've been eating dinner on the coffee table. Closer to the inquisitive noses of hungry pugs.
i am cute! feed me!
no, me! no, me!
feed us both, dammit!
i am cute! feed me!
no, me! no, me!
feed us both, dammit!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Patient pug
Sasha is tres devoted to her dada. Whenever he leaves, she follows him to the door to say goodbye, and then waits for him in case he comes back.
Every evening when Dave calls to say he's coming home, Sasha somehow knows. She then parks her little pug butt in front of the door so that she's the first to greet him.
Every evening when Dave calls to say he's coming home, Sasha somehow knows. She then parks her little pug butt in front of the door so that she's the first to greet him.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Never a dull moment
Cleo was having her private moment. Sasha would have none of it, and immediately ran over and pounced on the lounging puglet. Lots of -- rowr arrr urawrrr -- ensued.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Fetal pug
We're moving again. Hopefully for the last time in a looooong while. It's stressful for the puglets. All the boxes being assembled, packed, with the rustling of packing paper and ripping of tape, has put Cleo into regression. I found her in a far corner of the living room.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Snuggly Sasha
Sasha has been uncharacteristically affectionate lately. The other night, she crawled into Dave's lap. And gave him kisses.
Even she seemed surprised about it all.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Random dog
When we were on vaca in Kauai, we missed the pugs terribly.
So much so, that I ended up taking pics of random other peoples' dogs. This doggie reminded me of Cleo.
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