Happy Halloween!

Hear no evil

See no evil

Speak no evil

Hope it was a great Halloween!

Pugs dozing in the sun

Sometimes it feels like we have many more than 3 pugs. Particularly when they're just strewn all about the house, looking for the best sunny spot.

I found Cleo and Deedee on their favorite sofa. But, wait, they're not on top of the back cushions, where they normally are.

They were chasing the afternoon sun...

... right off of the sofa.

Where is Sasha? She is too old to be playing the catch-the-sun game.

Or not.

Are they dead or sleeping?

This is way too common a question for a pug mama.

Babies are fun

The pugs went to visit their almost brand-new baby friends the other week. Sasha was completely uninterested in all but the deck construction in the backyard. Cleo kept desperately trying to occupy a lap. Unfortunately, she usually chose the same lap that was being occupied with a hungry baby.

Silly Cleo. Laps are for kids.

Deedee was just FASCINATED with the babies. When she wasn't sniffing a baby bum, she was trying to lick a baby toe or take a whiff of baby breath.

do u think she'll share with me?

Deedee got particularly excited when there was a baby-burp/barf.

is that eau d'cow juice that i smell?

Deedee Reposing In Sunlight -- a montage

One of the things that warm a pug mama's heart

Seeing all of my babies nestled together in one giant pug lump. It *zings* right to the bottom of my heart and makes me all fuzzy inside.

you can't tell where one pug starts and the other begins

Sasha was clearly here first, but is tolerating the Deeds.

Cleo loves nothing better than to be surrounded with love

Kinda also makes me want to run over, bury my face in pug, and give a good shnergle.

i heard that

Surprise! I'm naked!

So I'm patting myself on the back about how well I've prepared for the shivering, bald pug situation, by having on hand numerous shirts and sweaters. Extra cold? No problem! Cleo gets a shirt AND a sweater! She is bundled-up, extra-loved pug!

So I come home to find this on the floor:

there really is no suspense, is there

And in the other corner of the room, I see this:

NAKED PUG! If you look closely you can see her little surgery sites, poor thing.

i am a little embarrassed that u caught me

I think what happens is that she stretches the clothes out, and then she manages to slip right out of them.

u could get me a fur coat, instead OH WAIT i had one and u shaved it off

Rainy Monday

I woke up to this:

bleh

Sometimes the rain is magical, but this misty, sky spit doesn't do it for me.

the pugs don't seem to be all that excited about the weather, either.

sasha doesn't even want to look. wait, she's always like this.

deedee went to cover her eyes with her paws and fell asleep before they got there

me and cleo, in the doldrums

Post-op Cleo

Our vet took off EIGHT lumps/tumors that we either knew, or she suspected to be, mast cell tumors. After discussion with the oncologist, we had opted to do little local removals as opposed to the giant wide excisions they normally do for these tumors. Otherwise, she would be Skinless Pug. She's already Hairless Pug.

she really looks like a kid goat

I like to believe that the smaller excisions hurt less, too.

5 on her back/hips, 2 on her neck, and 1 on her inner thigh

begone, damn mast cell tumors!

Cleo also had a cracked molar removed during surgery, and our vet discovered a urinary tract infection. FABULOUS. what next. Little puglet was so dopey afterwards she was just a little wadded up bundle of sleepy pug. She may have gotten Supreme Shnerglage.

Deedee played the part of pug-nurse. She was surprisingly gentle with her older sister.

i missed u

Oh, the horror

In preparation for her upcoming surgery, Cleo got a shave. We figured that since we had already found 5 mast cell tumors, there were bound to be more, and I wanted to make sure we identified all of them before going under the knife.

mama. i don't look all that different, do i?

I got a loud, long round of laughter from our groomer when I made that appointment, but she did an excellent job. And, it's a darn good thing we did, because of course we discovered a few more lumps for our vet to inspect during surgery. insert wild wailing and thrashing about by the mama

she looks like a baby goat

I've read of some shaving their pugs to spare them from the dead heat of summer, and I can see why. Miss Cleo requires at least one sweater at all times to keep from shivering.

u could turn up the heat to 90 instead

Oh, Cleo, my baby girl.