Aw, shucks

Thanks for the shoutout from Wilma, the pug! She's cutie puglet from another 3 pug family. We (the royal we, that is) are always excited to see that there are hordes of crazy pug lovers out there.

As a matter of fact, just the other day some stranger asked me -- are you that lady with the 3 black show pugs? The key word in that question being 'show' pugs. Em, no. Not unless they've been handing out prizes for incontinence at the Westminster. But apparently, we keep good company.

So, 7 things you don't already know about the puglets:

1) Sasha hates peas. Hates them. She loves all other vegetables, will jump directly into our shopping bags when we return from the farmer's market to root around for the good stuff, but she will spit. out. every. pea.

2) Our 'feardy cat pug, Cleo, used to be fear-less. No height was too high (she jumped off of the washing machine once as a puppy, I almost died), no danger too great, no mystery too deep. Now my little girl balks at plastic bags.

3) Deedee considers all dogs behind fences, her Arch Enemies. Cannot walk past without rabies-like snarling and lunging. Then she meets the same dogs, on the other side of the fence, and they're all her Best Friends. Smarty.

4) Cleo allows me to scrape her tartar with a dental pick. Just lies there and allows me to scrape away at those gigantor teeth of hers.

5) Deedee recognizes the sound of her dada's car coming down the street, well before I can. She runs to the window, yarping, for what I think is no particular reason, and then a whole minute later (at least), I hear his car turning into the driveway.

6) Sasha can tell time. Every night, at 7pm sharp, she walks directly up to her dada and sits. And stares. And stares. like -- dada. it's time to eat. r u going to feed me?

7) When we were first looking for a dog, we did extensive research (that's not the surprising part), and we had narrowed it down to a pug and a bichon frise. I don't know what we were thinking. We almost adopted a bichon. That would have been tragic.