Deedee has always been a pest

While going through some old CDs, I found some pics of the pugs that our friend had taken. Deedee was not even 4 months, and Cleo was 6 years old. Already you can see the beginning of their bonding process.

i sneeff u to see if u r a suitable candidate

do not try and prevent the sneeff

i must inhale more deeply of ur armpit

y r u foiling me. i bite ur arm.

o yeah? just because u have my eyeball, does not mean u have me

lemme go! fine u win miss Big Flipper Paw

mama i am good i was doing nothing

A Monday Pug Mystery

Post-Thanksgiving, the kitchen was the cleanest room in the house. This is not only because I try to avoid having to deal with crusty roasting pans days after the event, but also because Christmas decorations are strewn all over the rest of the house. So as I'm walking through my as-clean-as-it's-going-to-get kitchen, I look down and see this:

eh?

Oh, did you not get a close enough look? Inspect for yourself the teethmarks:

you can almost see the pug drool dripping off of this.

Clearly, the next question is -- whichpug dunnit? This is not merely out of curiosity, mind you. This is also to mark the pug for heightened surveillance in the event there are to be GI woes, post-Forbidden Item noshing.

I'm going to go out on a limb and say it was not Sasha.

As I'm pretty sure that a pug must be conscious in order to be naughty.

Was it Cleo? She's looking suspiciously innocent.

Nope. She was otherwise occupied.

mama. i am hurt u would suspect me.

Well, that just leaves one pug, then. Anyone who had already guessed Deedee does NOT win a prize as it is usually obvious which pug gets herself into the most trouble in this house.

it was such a tasty nibble.

Happy Thanksgiving!

We are grateful for so many things. Our health, our happiness... a warm sunny spot in which to nap... and a sister with whom to enjoy it.

Are we going somewhere?

I took out one of the pugs' travel carriers in order to clean out the closet. The pugs immediately swarmed the bag, sniffing and inspecting. I left them to it, as I continued to rearrange the closet. When I turned around, I saw Deedee:

mama. i want to go wherever it is that we r going. and i want a treat.

For our veterans

Belated, but better late than never?

Here's to all that are laboring for our country's peace. hope there's ample peace waiting for all of you at home.

Love pugs

I don't know if (1) Deedee was snoozing and Cleo came over to snuggle her rump end, or (2) Cleo was happily sleeping and then Deedee shoved her butt under Cleo's chin.

The end result is the same. Two snuggly pugs.

Annual visit to the vet

Oh, wait. These pugs visit the vet far more often than once a year. No matter. The 3 girls were due for their 'annual' checkup.

u said there would be treats

This checkup is comprised of:

- heartworm tests -- all negative, thank you (altho WHY 3 incredibly spoiled and sheltered animals would have heartworm is beyond me)

- DHLPP titers -- no annual vaccines for us. NO, we LIKE to spend as MUCH $ as possible checking antibody levels in order to avoid over-vaccination. But it also turns out that geriatric pugs don't need DHLPP more than every 3 years. Good news for Miss Sasha.

thank goodness, mama. i was alarmed.

-blood tests for gerry-pug Sasha -- her kidney and liver appear to functioning perfectly

why do i need more needles than the other 2?

Our astute vet discovered another lump on Cleo's left forearm. It was aspirated. And.... it's another STINKIN' SUNOFFA mast cell tumor. Luckily it appears to be very low-grade, but I don't think I need to explain how disheartening it is that Miss Cleo has another tumor so shortly after her surgery. Our vet thinks it can be treated with a steroid injection, so fingers crossed, no more surgery in the immediate future.

this does not bode well for Miss Lumpy

Deedee was just delighted to be there at the vet's, showered with attention and love. As a matter of fact, if more than 5 seconds passed without getting any love her way, she would get pretty vocal about it. Nothing more humiliating than a loudly yarping pug while trying to have a professional discussion with one's vet.

i am sitting PRETTY demmit gimme a treat

Happy Birthday, Sasha!

My grand poobah is 13 years old! So, maybe we're the worst pug-parents in the universe and maybe after talking about it for months, we forgot to celebrate the actual Day Of, but we made up for it last night.

We celebrated with a dinner of her favorite things -- cabbage, turkey and sour cream. Sound gross? Not to the pug.

gimme my birthday dinner NOW

snarf snarf snarfsnarfsnarf

and.... days later.... she's still eating. did I mention that Sasha is nearly toothless? Here she is, licking her dinner to death.

i would be indignant but i am deaf and can't hear u

Happy 13, my baby girl. Here's to many, many more.

The many sleeping faces of Deedee

Before we adopted our 1st pug, Sasha, we had read something to the effect of 'Pugs sleep 18-20 hours a day'. That's ridiculous, we said. No living being can sleep that much, we said.

i am sleepy. and a little miffed that u don't believe i can sleep that much per day.

To be honest, we were probably a little more than envious. Oh to be a pug.

cast ur eyes and weep

Post-Halloween

Let's face it. A big part of Halloween is the post-holiday sales. In particular, the post-holiday candy. Given that pugs are not allowed to eat chocolate -- what kind of a cruel world do we live in -- oh wait is it the one where 3 pugs get all the love and treats and fluffy beds they want -- it's really all about the post-holiday toys.

The sales, in particular. This little devil dog was 50% off. Whoo hoo! I am a Saver!

Deedee was quite pleased.

In fact, she almost ripped it from my hands as soon as I walked through the door.

Aaaaaand, then apparently she tired of playing.