A very good guard pug

Way back in time, when we were deciding upon which breed of dog to rule over us adopt, we thought it would be nice to have a dog that could serve the dual purpose of companion AND protector.  Wouldn't it be great to have a great big dog to make us feel safe when walking along dark city streets? we said.

Well, clearly we went with the companion only option.  Although, every once in a while, Deedee will show us that she's not incapable of monitoring the situation for potential threats.

i got my eye on u yes i'm talking to u

Not sure what, if anything, is going to happen after the notification stage.  Pugs aren't exactly known for their ferocity.

Chillin' in the shade

It was a hot weekend.  Even worse since central air conditioning is a rare commodity in these here parts.  

The puglets made do by staying cool in the shade.  And lounging on people furniture so as to not roast themselves on the sun-baked ground.  I don't think I need to mention that there were bonbons involved.

Cleo thinks it's time for another snack

Deedee's nose wrinkle is melting a little. She may need an ice cube, stat.

Sasha would like to know when nap time is.

Little princess

I came home the other day to an unusually quiet pug greeting.  Normally I have 2 to 3 pugs flinging their little watermelon bodies at me for attention.  That day, I was merely sniffed by an uber-cool Sasha.  This does sometimes happen when the pugs have had a lot of activity earlier in the day, say, perhaps barking all stinkin' day at the villains lurking about our house.  

So I was a little trepidatious (thank you, Little Mermaid) when I entered the living room.  I fully expected to see prostrate pugs with flecks of dried foam about their mouths, with a blinking answering machine full of messages from irate neighbors in the background.

i am way too comfortable to sit up, mama

Apparently, someone thought Cleo looked a little cold.  and perhaps a bit sad.  So the pug got covered up with a blanket.  And it appears that Cleo had been in that exact position for a number of hours. 

I guess Deedee didn't make it to the bed in time to get tucked in.

Sunny spot

What is it with sunny spots and pugs?  Bunni is drawn to patch of carpet by the gimongous window, warmed by the sun.  

At least Bunni, unlike my pugs, is ready to move to a cooler spot on the super comfy sofa when the sun gets too warm.  

do i get a prize for smartness?

Poor Rikki.  No one ever ever pets her.

pet me.

Could she look any more pathetic.

petmepetmepetmepetme

Killing time

Bunni and Rikki (the puglets' fawn pug cousins, now living in Washington DC) accompanied us to get our morning coffee and croissant.  But, what's this? No Pugs Allowed!  Sacre bleu!  We will just sit here and wait pathetically for the pug mama to emerge.

we've been abandoned. and we're hungry for macarons.

We all know what a pug likes to do with her spare time.  Other than nap and eat, that is.  She likes to peep.  There's a verrrrrry inviting spot right next to the bakery.

that's just asking to be sprinkled

But, wait!  What is this?  Zut alor!  

it's really stretching the definition of 'flowerbed'

The puglets go back to their vigil.

Nothing like sisters

It's so heartwarming, as a pug mama, to see your pug babies take to each other's company like ants to strawberry jam.  In this particular case, the two pugs in question are actually biological littermates, but the point is, that Bunni and Rikki's mama has done good.

nestled like 2 fava beans

I swear that no human had anything to do with this pose.  Little girls did it all on their own.

Right down to the both-ears-flung-back position.  Now that's sisterly love.

oops...

You know how sometimes you get into a blogging funk, and life starts to take over, and it's much more attractive to snuggle the pugs than to post pictures of them?  

Let's just say that the girls have been kissed and cuddled within an inch of their lives. 

Is it raining AGAIN??!

no, mama, no. i do not want to go out in the rain again. i will hold it until the last possible second, i promise. ok not really but i thought about it pretty hard.

Yet another lazy day for the pugs

The pugs had a very busy weekend, traipsing all over the tri-county region, greeting all of their fans.  Never mind that it was pouring cats and, well, em, dogs, for most of the weekend.  

And that Cleo started the weekend off by sneaking 2 pounds of forbidden kibble while we were out, thus setting herself and us up for a looooooong weekend of what we like to call Diarrhea Watch.  This basically consists of leaping to one's feet as soon as the pug passes gas, picking up the gassy pug like a football whilst sprinting to the door, then throwing the stinky pug outside so that she can... sit there and stare at you, offended, like you're the one that's unstable.

don't be distracted by the relaxed puglet in the front. the one to watch is the one curled up in the back.  

again, resist the urge to pick up the pug in the front and shnergle her within an inch of her life. because as soon as you do, the one in the back will most certainly commence having the runs.

I mean, that paw is just asking for a smooch. NONONONOOO must keep my eyes on the ticking time bomb in the background.

'Walking' with the pugs

So, it's a beautiful day -- the sun is out, the gale-force winds are not blowing, and the ground is not soggy.  'DO YOU WANT TO GO FOR A WALK??!!!'  Lots of pug noise, yarping and excitement ensued.  So we leash up, and we're on our way.

This is how the walk starts out.  Cleo and Deedee looking like 2 little angels.  Actually, both of them have just done their business and are looking for a handout.

mama. it was a v impressive peep. gimme something.

Sasha takes advantage of the lack of rain to thoroughly investigate every square inch of ground on which to place her precious few drops of urine.

it has to be perfect

The 'walk' then slowly starts to fall apart.  First the geriatric pug puts on the brakes and lets it be known that it is time for her to ride the pug-carriage.

shouldn't there be a blanket in here? where r my grapes?

Then the other elder pug comes to a screeching halt and looks pleadingly at the jogger.  Which leaves just Deedee to keep me company on the actual ground.

u thought u got stares with 1 pug in here, just wait'll u see what u get with 2, mama