Heigh-Ho, Heigh-Ho, It's Off To The Vet We Go

It's been a month since Cleo has seen the dermatologist at UC Davis. Since then, her skin has cleared up, she's been much less itchy, and she has been free of any horrible runny-poop episodes. So, it's off to Davis for a follow-up appointment!

Wait a minute. Isn't Cleo the pug patient in question? Who's this??

Deedee came along because I knew, that after a 3 hour roundtrip car ride plus 1 1/2 to 3 hour appointment, I would come home to peeped-on-herself-puppy. No one wants to come home to that. So she joined us in the examination room.

Cleo was happy to share the spotlight. Cleo does not like vets, sam I am.

There was a rescue kitten at the check-in desk. Somebastard threw it out of a moving car's window. It's going to a good home.

Deedee was wiped out after seeing the vet. Even though she wasn't the pug patient, she got A LOT of attention.

Actually, both pugs were pretty wiped.

Bath Day!

We love bath day. And, by 'we', I of course mean Dave and I. We drop off the pugs with the fab people at Spot Pet Care and a few hours later -- voila! they are fresh, fluffy and clean! And, adorned with matching bandannas!

Cleo and Sasha are not huge fans, but they are willing to endure for the treats.

Deedee, on the other hand, appears to love Bath Day. Whenever we pass the groomers, be it Bath Day or not, she tries to pull us into the door.

What the..??

One very sad morning, I walk out to our living room to see -- this.

eh? What are these strange little pink balls? a new form of pug poop?? Oh no, they are the pom poms from yet another lovingly-crafted pillow by moi.

The puppy clearly doesn't have enough toys.

Bunni IS kinda hard to resist

Well, I mean, if you just walked by and saw this pug, wouldn't you also pick her up to shnergle her within an inch of her life??

Who da pug

We were traveling sans pug last week, le sigh. Our pugs, anyway. Which gave me more than enough time to shnergle the Bunni.

Tried and true toy-retrieval technique

Deedee's fave toy is... well... all toys. But we think that the small tennis ball toy is one of her true favorites. Why do we think this? Because of the way she sacrifices life and limb to go after it.

She is, on occasion, successful.

Beach trip

There's not much that the puglets love more than going to the beach. For Sasha, it's the feel of the sand between her toes and the wind in her ears. For Cleo, it's the plethora of picnic food available -- ours and strangers'. For Deedee, it's the acre or so of delectable, grain-like treats that the rest of us call sand.

After all that, um, activity, the pug princesses are just exhausted. Enough to snuggle together in one big pile of pug.

Cleo has found a good sleeping spot, too

In her dad's tummy nook. Nothing better.

So many sleeping positions, so little time

Deedee is not a very particular pug. Especially when it comes to sleep. A pug can really catch a few winks anywhere.

The Pug Head Tilt -- in Slooooow Mooooe