Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Cleo needs attention

Well after all the melodrama of the other day, I think Cleo was feeling a little left out. So the puglet and I had a little bit of one-on-one mama time yesterday, while I was running errands.

I think she perked up.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Pumpkin-head pug

Little girl had a horrible reaction to a vaccination for Leptospirosis yesterday. Five hours after the shot, all of the sudden, within 15 minutes, I watched my little baby's face and head swell up to the size and consistency of a bowling ball. She couldn't even open her eyes.

Luckily, our vet saw her immediately, and gave her a dose of intravenous steroids that put her on the path to Immediate Mend! Soon, she went from looking like a cantalope to looking like a pug-Sharpei.

Later, as the swelling went done, more like a French bulldog.

Those fatter lips were sure handy for chewing her favorite bone.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Lazy weekend

Sasha and Cleo decide to take advantage of a warm weekend day to take a pug-nap.

But wait! Where is the 3rd puglet?

Deedee sleeps alone.

Or not.

Nothing better than 3 pugs.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Still waiting...

Someday, I will be able to breathe and think clearly again.

I'm sure the puglets don't have to wait as long for their treat.

Thursday, September 24, 2009


I'm sorry I've been so lax with the posting. I've been stricken with a cold and am just managing to clear the snot out of my brain now...

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

You can take the pug out of Boston, but you can't take the Boston out of the pug

We were invited to partake in an excellent surf-and-turf dinner the other weekend, which included lobster! Sasha was very interested.

So were Deedee and Cleo.

mama. is this for us?

Silly puglet. Lobster is for the mama.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Sasha has arthritis

She's not quite as agile as she used to be. Makes her more vulnerable for massage attacks by the grampa.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Who dunnit?

WHAT IS THIS???! I don't even know what this was in its previous life, but I can tell you now that it will never prove useful in its past function.

Could it be the teeth of the ravenous puglet?

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

mama i am tired

i am needing a comfortable place on which to rest my weary head.