Deedee and I have discovered that when it is a billion degrees in heat and humidity in a city full of people, any shred of questionable cleanliness is buried under layers of human and animal sweat, excrement and dead skin cells, baked into a crackly film onto every surface. and then all sludged together obligingly by store-owners, who emerge at regular intervals to spray their sidewalks with just enough water to reconstitute the filth and allow it all to get spread around again.
We've been taking a lot of showers. it's exhausting work for a pug to stay clean.
Deedee and I flew cross-country to visit her auntie & uncle, and fave cousins, Bunni and Rikki! After the initial face-licking and butt-smelling 'hellos', the pugs immediately settled down. to sleep. because it is about ONE MILLION DEGREES in manhattan. a pug cannot possibly conceive of doing anything else but lie about and look cute.
Deedee says -- u may look but u may not touch
Rikki knows it's coolest on the floor.
Altho I suppose sometimes she gets confused and lost and decides to camp out with Bunni near the door instead. All the better to wake up at a half-moment's notice and yarp at any potential intruders.
Sometimes, an impromptu bed is better than any other posh lounging area. Most of the time, really. Actually, I like to leave a few of my clothes on the floor for the grande dame pug to make a bed within in the morning.
In this case, Sasha has found the pile of her dada's shirts on the way to the cleaners.
Somehow we managed to teach the puppy (who has only 2 brain cells to rub together), a new trick. She's quite cute about it. Likes to do her trick vigorously in case we decide to give extra treats for enthusiasm.
Because we have not slept in past the rising sun since, well, since Deedee came home. As soon as the dimmest of the sun's first rays slap that little puppy in the face, she immediately becomes alert, and comes to play tic-tac-toe on our collective faces. Sasha, miss internal-alarm-clock, also will let us know if it's past her mealtime if it gets too late. Cleo is the only pug that's happy to sleep in and cuddle.
Rikki and Bunni are, unfortunately, solidly in the Deedee camp.
She's my middle pug. My shy little girl, quick to startle, so sensitive to rebuke, just wanting approval. All she wants is love. in overwhelming amounts -- too much is never enough. And yet, on those rare occasions when she feels truly loved, she's truly happy.
I think that Cleo has started to come around. I think she's starting to accept the puppy. The other day, Cleo actually left the comfort of our bed and came upstairs to snuggle with Deedee on their dog bed. Unprecedented. And I've been finding them in Overt Snuggling Positions more often, recently.
Too bright, really, for a sleepy pug intent on getting her beauty sleep. Sasha is the pioneer of the 'Buried Head' -- where she shoves her round head into the closest soft thing in order to shield her sensitive eyes from the bright light.