Twas the night before Thanksgivukkah and like others of his ilk,

Pugsley laid out some schnecken with a big glass of milk.

The Hanukkiyah twinkled all silver and blue,

He was expecting a visitor seen only by Jews.

Then Pugsley nestled all snug in his bed,

While visions of Maccabees danced in his head.

Hanukkah Harry will fly with dreidels by the bushel,

Good thing he’s pulled by Moishe, Shlomo and Herschel.

 Latkes with cranberry sauce; brisket and stuffing,

What fun it is to have Hanukkah on Thanksgiving.

Next time this happens is year 79811 mom said with a glance,

Oy! Who can plan that far in advance?

 Pugsley’s a good boy; a sweet little pug,

He climbed on his mom and gave her a hug.

Then he rested his keppe and closed his googly eyes,

In the morning he’d have a big wrapped surprise.

 HAPPY THANKSGIVUKKAH!

Love,

Heidi and Pugsley

Hi friends. I LOVE getting mail. It makes me feel so important. Most of the time my mom will order things for me and they arrive in her name. This time I got a package in MY name. I know I didn’t order anything recently so what a surprise it was to receive breakfast bar treats from my friends Pooky and Trixie Neubaum. They’re made by Doggie Delights and they are SUPER YUMMY! They have whole wheat flour, oats, bananas, molasses, honey and other good for you stuff in them.

Hey mom, I’m not on a gluten-free diet am I?

THANK YOU POOKY AND TRIXIE!!! Trixie, did you have to stand on Pooky’s shoulders to reach the mailbox? I’ll bet your mommy helped with that part of the surprise. THANK YOU AUNT RAE FOR THINKING OF ME!

    Pooky and Trixie Neubaum

Yum…..breakfast bars……is it breakfast time yet?…..Oh happy day!

May your day be filled with unexpected surprises…..

Love, Pugsley

Hi everybody! Wait until you read this heartwarming tearjerker.

Mom’s friend Mike Hanson, the PA state coordinator for Vets Journey Home, has the gihugicest heart.

It is so a word mommy. Look it up……and use my dictionary not the one from that Webster guy. His is so large because he makes up words. Same with Oxford. I only use real words and important ones at that.

Anyway, as I was saying, Mike is one of those people who lives his mission. He never says no to anyone in need. He has helped so many people over the years and continues to go out of his way to help and asks nothing in return.

He contacted Greenfield Puppies online and asked if he could make payments on a puppy. Here’s the story in his own words as he share it via email:

They said they would consider it …..

Asked me who the dog was for …..

I told them my son Michael (82nd Airborne – served in Afghanistan) …..

I told them it would help with his “PTSD” …..

They said no problem ….. you can make payments …..

Well ….. they called back yesterday and said I can’t make payments …..

I asked why …..

They said because …..

They want to “GIVE” the dog to my son for his service to our country …..

I lost it …..

The guy asked me what was wrong ….. I said hold on ….. I can’t speak right now ….. I was crying …..

So I gathered myself ….. and ….. said …..

I was crying ….. Tears of gratitude …..

Wow …..

People are good …..

My son is so happy …..

We picked Forrest up tonight from Ronks, PA

Amazing Grace – How Sweet It Is …..

I was @ an AA Meeting last night …..

We were talking about gifts …..

And some guy summed it up like this …..

If there’s a Gift ….. there’s got to be a ….. Giver …..

Thank God for God …..

Isn’t this the most awesome story? So what I’ve learned is that good people attract good people and if you live your purpose (good ones, that is), the universe will look kindly upon you. When I was a bad boy a few weeks ago, the universe bonked me in the head. I learned my lesson; I still have a lump on my forehead and Aunt Kelly’s screen is dented in the shape of a pug face.

So here’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for………….meet Pvt. Forrest Gump Hanson……….

Run Forrest Run! Hmmm…..okay…..you can just nap for while

Hey Forrest, let me know when you’re old enough for your first play date!

Wishing you all good karma……….

Love, Pugsley

I didn’t believe it until it happened to me. I heard about karma and the warnings not to tempt the universe because what goes around comes around. And don’t tell my mom that I used a bad word!

Those of you who follow me on Facebook likely saw my Election Day outfit. If not, here I am working my shift at the polls with mom and Aunt Kelly. I had to tell voters that they didn’t have to show a photo ID in order to vote.

Someone (aka mom) conveniently forgot to tell me that we had to work ALL DAY….until 8 pm. I’m not used to such hard labor. There was no place to nap properly. Sure mom brought my water and treats, but not my bed. What’s up with that? Did she really think I was going to stand on my paws all day? Now I know what the term “dog tired” means. One of my trainers told mom that dogs aren’t spiteful. Well, let me clear up that misconception once and for all. I wanted to go home so much that I wee wee’d on mom’s back. I figured she would have to go home to change her coat and pants and I would get to go too. A voter – one of the few who came to the polls – tattled on me. Mom didn’t believe her and thought I just tinkled on the grass so I did it two more times. HA! It was totally worth a timeout if we could go home.. Whaaaat? When did mom put an extra coat in the car? No fair! Karma sucks!

If you still don’t believe in karma, keep reading.

We all went back to Aunt Kelly’s house because their phone batteries were on empty. I was playing in the backyard and saw mom standing in the house so I ran full speed up the steps to the deck and BAM, THUD, SPLAT right into the door.

While I was yelling to be triaged for a TBI, Aunt Kelly was laughing her ass off. That’s right, I used another bad word. Now I know how my face got so smushed. I must have done this a lot when I was a little kid and blocked it out. Talk about having eyes in the back of my head. I was sure my face turned inside out.

HEY AUNT KELLY, YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN A PLUNGER AND HELPED PULL OUT MY FACE!!!!!!!!

Mom said it was like watching a train wreck in slow motion. She knew it was going to happen and couldn’t stop me.

After that I ran around like a vilde chaya. That’s Yiddish for wild animal. In and out of every room, all around the house, over and over….I was afraid to stop and rest in case I was concussive. I read somewhere that you shouldn’t sleep, yet I also read that you should rest a lot. I didn’t know what to do so I kept moving. Mom said she didn’t think I had a concussion because I have such a hard head. Damn it…..back we went to the polling place. I passed out as soon as we got home.

So fast forward to the weekend. Guess who was on laundry and ironing duty?

Hey mom, will I still look handsome if I iron my forehead?

So kids, don’t let karma bite you in the butt….or smash you in the head!

Love, Pugsley