I REALLY like to chew stuff. Here is a little poem called “Me and My Stick”.

Me and my stick!
My stick you don’t want to lick!
Or your tongue will be in pain.
You’d better lick a candy cane.
Here is a picture of me…
With the stick and me!

I made up that poem in about five minutes! That’s a record!

Whenever someone goes to clear off their plate, I’m always at their side! I’m hoping they’ll just drop a scrap of food!

I have a friend. Her name is Josie! She lives across the street from me! She is a beautiful Chinese Shar-Pei. Josie is one of the only dogs I like to play with.

This is Josie and I!

Yesterday Josie came over to my house to play! We played for a long, long time! We played Chase me (AKA catch-me-if-you-can), King of the snow bank and Follow the leader! We also wrestled a bit too. But most of the time we licked our owners.

This is Josie and I playing!

Pugs are not blessed with good decision making skills.

Just trying to decide between two chewies tires me out!

Sometimes I stretch on my humans and they call it a Doug hug. They don’t know that I am trying to get as tall as they are. I like to do it when my humans say “walk”, “ride” and “outside”, because they bend down to put a leash on me. That way I seem taller.

Why don’t my owners just accept that I am a boy???

 This is the last time I am playing dress up with Colleen.

HAPPY EASTER!

Look at me! I’m the Easter Puggie! What? Easter bunny? What Easter bunny? I always thought it was ‘puggie’ not ‘bunny’! Well, from now on it’s the Easter PUGGIE!

I miss my Daddy and Billy. They left one day and haven’t back for a long time! I miss them so much! I am tired of girls. Thank goodness Tim came here today!!! Finally a boy in the house!

I have to act all good because I am the only boy in the house most of the time.

Do I look bored or do I look very prim and proper?

As a pug, I live a life of nearly pure pleasure. Except for not getting human food. And getting trapped behind doors. And people leaving me. And going out in the cold. But the worst blight on my pleasures that I have ever known is THE BATHTIME.

Can’t they see the misery on my face? The loneliness, the fear?

Oh, wait. That’s my normal expression. Rats.

I love to rest my head on pillows, blankets, chairs, my owners’ heads, books, you name it. But today I couldn’t find a pillow on my favorite sleeping chair. So I improvised.