How is a puglet to cool down?

What to do? Cool the body by transferring body heat by direct contact to a large object (like a sofa)?

or cool the body by convection to the air from a pink pug belly? Why not both?

Did I mention how HOT it is?

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.

It is HOT in the city

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.

Get ready... Set.... SHNERGLE!!!

I have no idea what I did with all of my extra shnergles before Deedee waltzed into our lives. Poor Sasha and Cleo had to endure quite a bit of exuberant loving, I guess.

In the beginning....

.... there were three. Note that Cleo almost immediately loses interest.

Sasha will hang on for a bit and then move on to greener pastures.

Only the puppy will keep going... and going... and going...

oh the wonders of photoshop

Went back to the zillion of pics I had taken of all 5 pugs when we had them. Decided to futz around with one I had of Bunni. She's so cute I could just smack my face into the monitor and shnergle her.

It's a pug! It's a plane! It's a treefrog!

Cleo's fave place is to lie draped, like a treefrog. Preferably on her dada's hairy leg.

Nothing better for the pug than being bathed in love.

A Good Bed

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.

Rough weekend

SOOoooo, after a very rough day, um, doing nothing... the pugs are wiped. exhausted. they can only barely summon enough energy for, well, um, nothing really.

Cleo can't even muster the strength to occupy a tummy nook.

Deedee is, mercifully, for once, completely quiet. It was pretty warm outside, so I scattered a few cold packs around the girls in case they needed to cool down.

Sasha is out. just out.

Cleanliness is a virtue

says the puppy. Deedee makes sure that she keeps both of her sisters well-groomed. Note the long-suffering look of patience that Cleo shares with me.

Deedee must not neglect Sasha. Note violent head-banging motion.