Friday, November 28, 2008

Who's hiding?

Who could that be? Which puglet is shielding her world-weary eyes?



It's Sasha, of course.




Cleo is not so disenchanted.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

i need my beauty sleep


Poor Sasha. She has not been sleeping well at all. Neither have we, actually, since Deedee has been afflicted with a case of the nigthttime barfies. Nothing worse than waking up to -- sniff? mearpf. meeeeearpf? BWAAAAh! BWAAAAAAh! BLEEEEEEECHHH! Poor blind Sasha gets startled awake and starts to bark and jump all over the bed (and us). It does not make for a restful night.

Monday, November 24, 2008

i luuuuuuv my toy

These stupid loofah toys have the lifespan of a noodle, but cost a ridiculous amount. I scored a couple at our local froo-froo, super-unfriendly doggie store (which I continue to patronize out of convenience, only, I swear). They were having a post-Halloween sale. Deedee, like a true bargain hunter female, loves her post-Halloween bargain bin loofah toy above all.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Jail pug puppy

We spent the better part of last weekend in the garden, with the pugs. Well, initially at least. After sniffing and peeping on everything in our yard, Sasha and Cleo retired to the deck to snooze in the sun. Deedee... decided to take culinary interest in one of the non-edible plants I had just transplanted. So she got confined to the deck as well.


Could she be any more pathetic.


Note: she is perfectly capable of climbing down the stairs. She just chooses to be melodramatic.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Deedee's new retreat

The enormous puppy is getting too big for her crate. So we went out and got her one that's the next size up. It's MUCH more roomy. No more squeezing puppy out of crate like toothpaste in the morning, when she doesn't want to wake up.




Wait. That's not Deedee.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

i luuuuuuv you

I think.... I THINK... that Cleo tolerates the Deedels.


Maybe even likes her a little bit.


Monday, November 17, 2008

Stairway to the garden

We had nothing to do with this. Our perseverant dogwalker managed to teach Deedee to go down the stairs.

"Come" when called, however, is not a command in her puppy-sized arsenal.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Another vet appointment for Deedee

This time, to get the staples out. She had a little bit of a reaction to the staples, which is why it looks like she has a double set of udders.




And... she is 9.6#!! She is Massive Puppy!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Where's Cleo?


I have no idea why she's not on the sofa, instead.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Puppy belly

Poor Deedee. Little belly is unhappy with the staples. Doesn't slow her down AT ALL, tho.



Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Surrounded by pug

Sasha and Cleo have their own preferred spots when accompanying us at the desk.


Monday, November 10, 2008

Poor Sasha


Why is Sasha so woebegone? There she is, lying comfortably on a plush throw on her very own daybed...

oh. she's not alone.


Friday, November 7, 2008

Sasha's Birthday Treat

We tossed around several ideas for this one. Special pug-friendly cake? Delectable doggie cookie? In the end, I decided on a more figure-friendly snack for the fat pug. Carrot!



Topped with a little dollop of PB. It is her birthday, after all.



Uncharacteristically for the suspicious puglet, Sasha hoovered up all that was on her plate.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Post-op puppy, part 2

Deedee was so drugged when I brought her home from the vet's, that we were able to snap several pics of her while she was -- not moving.


Her patetique stapled belly must have been tender. She didn't want to lie down on it, but also clearly wanted to sleep.


Little pup found a good compromise. on her dada's leg.


Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Poor puppy

Deedee got spayed yesterday. Little girl. I dropped her off in the morning at the vet's -- she was well-received with love and kisses strewn all around. But we missed the wee small while she was gone.


It was a really grey, rainy day, too.


Luckily, the surgery went without complication, and I brought Deedee home sans uterus/ovaries, 3 teeth, and post-nail clip. Little girl got some serious tender luving. She was too drugged to resist.





Sasha seemed to have missed the puppy so much that she tried to crawl into her crate with her. Either that, or she wanted some of Deedee's drugs.


Monday, November 3, 2008

Ta da! Little sweater all frilled out

I couldn't resist. It needed a little somethin' somethin' around the neck and legs, so I thought -- chenille frills! Why not!




What's great is that, as a dog, she will never be able to verbally express her outrage.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Deedee's sweater... smaller

Clearly Deedee needs to grow into the last sweater I made for her. So, with the leftover yarn, I decided to make her an identical, but much smaller, outfit.



Hm. I think it's missing something. Stay tuned!