Oops We Did It Again!

My mom and I have spent lots of time on opposite sides of the room lately. First I got a timeout. Then I gave her one. This continued for a number of days. I’ve been setting the alarm on my phone for her timeouts and she tells me verbally when mine are over……no alarm clock or anything. My mom is TERRIBLE at math and I have a sneaking suspicion that she’s giving me 10 minutes for every one minute of her timeouts. I can’t tell time so I can’t be certain. All I know is that her timeouts are over pretty quickly and yet I sit in my corner half the day.

So what sent me to timeout initially?

NewspaperMom was reading the newspaper and got up to get something. I wanted to see which article she was reading. I can’t help it if I’m not anatomically able to turn the pages.

I got her back though. My mom does not listen. After her gardening fiasco in May, I thought she would leave the landscaping to trained professionals like my friend Scott Shablin of Scott Shablin Landscaping. Nope. Not my mom. We still have the brown spots where she killed the grass. Then some of the neighbor kids were playing and trampled one of our rose bushes. We’re very upset about that. Even so, I can’t blame my mom for that one. I can blame her for this:

Daylily BushWelcome to my beanstalk! I’m expecting Jack to come sliding down any day now. It didn’t start out as a nearly 6′ stalk of leaves. It entered the ground as 3 Daylily bulbs. Do you see any lilies? Me neither. None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero. Not a Water Lily, Calla Lily, Lily Pad, Lily Tomlin, Easter Lily, Lily of the Valley, Eli Lilly, Tiger Lily, Stargazer Lily or Lily Munster.

Why didn’t my mom know it was going to grow this tall? It’s hiding one of our healthy rose bushes that will probably never be seen again from the street. I feel so sad for the poor little rose bush.

Sigh! Why does my mom do this? I know all the neighbors are talking about us.

Moving on to other topics…….

When I last checked in, I was preparing to send my resume to Mia at Earth Wood & Fiber. I got all gussied up so that I wouldn’t be caught stinky at the last minute in case she calls me for an interview. I even used my Bad Boy conditioner cause I know that girls can’t resist a bad boy. I’m not really bad. I’m just inquisitive. Mom couldn’t find shampoo and conditioner called A Little Bit Naughty and Curious so she bought me Bad Boy. It smells so manly! Mom can’t figure out why the shed control shampoo made me shed. She thought it was supposed to stop my shedding. She said they should have called it Don’t Bother. So much dead hair came off of me that I almost had a brother. I guess the shampoo makes it a controlled molting.

Where's My Rubber Ducky?

                      Where’s My Rubber Ducky?

I have the same problems that you humans do – I can’t reach my back. I asked my mom to help me. We made a deal that she could take a photo and post it on the blog. So she scrubbed my back with her exfoliating gloves. It felt soooooo good! Now my skin is smooth like a Chinese Crested’s butt. Thanks mom for doing this for me. Although, I am a bit unnerved by the puppy porn photo you just posted. <Note to self: change my password!>

I got another timeout when I jumped out of the tub and flooded the bathroom and then ran around the house and rolled on the sofa.

My mom felt a cyst-like thing on my leg yesterday. She had never felt it before so she took me to the doctor tonight. When we walked into the office, there was a little Pug named Angel in the waiting room. We had never seen another Pug in the office. And guess what happened next? Another little Pug named Misha came in. The nurse said it was a Pugsley party.

A party? For me? It wasn’t my birthday or my adoption anniversary so it really was a surprise. The girls were half my size. Well in length anyway. They were roly poly round and Misha had the largest eyeballs I had ever seen. They make mine look tiny. You can sorta kinda see them in the photo even though it’s blurry because my mom was laughing.

Stop fighting. There's enough of me for both of you!

     Stop fighting. There’s enough of me for both of you!

The nurse told my mom that she calls all Pugs Pugsleys and she didn’t realize that Pugsley was my name because someone else checked us in. I was bummed after that. I took my place under a chair and only stuck my head out a few times because I was nosy. My mom said that the nurse was just kidding and it really was a party for me. Yippee!

When it was our turn to see the doctor, she took me back into the lab and aspirated the cyst. I didn’t even cry or need a bandage because my blood clots so well. The doctor said it was a subcutaneous something or other. A WHAT? The doctor made it sound like she was going to have to dig straight through my leg. She told us that it was nothing to worry about and it wasn’t something that needed to be removed unless it grows. I hope it doesn’t grow like our beanstalk.

I wanted to look at the cells through the microscope and the doctor wouldn’t let me. I also wanted a photo of my cells to show you. The doctor said she couldn’t take a photo for me. Couldn’t or wouldn’t? I haven’t had gross medical photos since my surgery. My mom went for her annual smushing of the ta tas last week. Her hospital has a new 3-D machine so I asked her to bring me the images so that I could show all my friends.

Guess what she said?

Now I have to tell all my friends that they don’t get to see the ta tas. I was going to sell tickets and everything. My mom makes it difficult to be an entrepreneur.

Mom was back in timeout. First for scaring me and then for not sharing her photos. I was back in timeout for printing tickets and emailing all of my friends to come to the house.

My neighbor, Roscoe, doesn’t have email so I had to go down the street and tell him personally.

RoscoeYeah, he was upset. He said he was going to have to watch TV and hoped that he could find something better than the Phillies game.

I told him to check out the show Extreme Couponing on TLC. Have you ever seen it? I’ll give my apologies now in case someone reading this is an extreme couponer. If you are, will you share your story?

As I was saying…….that’s the craziest show I ever saw. People spend 30 – 60 hours a week clipping coupons, buying coupons from a clipping service, dumpster diving, researching coupons online, making spreadsheets and then putting everything into a binder that weighs about 30 lbs. Then they go to the grocery store, spend about 10 hours there, and buy thousands of dollars worth of stuff and pay practically nothing for it all. Some people end up getting money back.

Can someone tell me why anyone would need 1,000 tubes of toothpaste, 300 razors, 150 jars of pasta sauce and boxes of pasta, 500 boxes of cereal and especially why a teenage guy would have 200 boxes of lady products just because they were free? Is he using them as sponges?

Really, can you tell me why? This is not a rhetorical question. I swear one lady’s husband was ready to divorce her for taking over his man cave with body wash and energy drinks.

I figured out one of the secrets. Wherever these people live, their grocery stores double the face value of their coupons, not like the stores where I live that only double coupons to $1.00. That, combined with their store cards and any catalinas they get (the coupons that print at the cash register) makes everything free or nearly free of charge.

I was convinced that my mom was taking notes so that she could start extreme couponing. I threatened her with another timeout before I hid so that she couldn’t make me her accomplice in this insanity. My mom clips coupons and buys one of something – maybe two if it’s a coupon that can only be used if you buy two products. She doesn’t buy anything that she doesn’t use just because there’s a coupon for it. My pop-pop did that. My mom’s friends would shop in our basement for the things she didn’t use. Mom always thought it was a Depression-era thing. Apparently not since so many young people do it.

I told my mom as we were watching the show that there is no way in this lifetime or the next 10 that I’m going dumpster diving for coupons. That’s a health hazard. On One Life to Live years ago, Al was beaten, thrown into a dumpster and got an infection and died. My mom knows…she and Aunt Lisette were in the studio the day they taped the dumpster scene.

Now I know that if a family falls on hard times, it makes sense to save money. And I also like that some of the people on the show donate what they buy to food banks or send care packages to our soldiers. That’s different. What these people do is just plain scary. Some of them even have their stockpiles insured.

You know people……nonperishable food eventually perishes! Most of those things have expiration dates!!! Look on the bottom of your canned goods and bottled water – even your toothpaste.

I have 42 teeth – well, 37 because I’m missing some, and I’ve had the same tube of toothpaste for 6 months. Granted, I don’t brush twice a day; my mom is happy when she can brush my teeth a few times a month without too much of a fight, but 1,000 tubes???? These people must brush every 15 minutes.

You really have to check it out and tell me what you think. Uncle Jonathan and Cousin Fred – you would be good ones to tell us because you shrink heads. My guess is that it’s the rush of getting stuff for free and seeing how much money you can save each time.

Hey, I just realized that neither mom nor I are in timeout tonight……yet. It’s cuddle time at our house!

Happy cuddling to all of you!

Love, Pugsley





Earth Wood & Fiber

Hola from Casa de Pugsley!

I’ve never written an endorsement for a store so this is a big deal!

My mom found a cool new store called Earth Wood & Fiber. They’re my favorite band. I’m so excited that they opened a store and so close to my home.

Fantasy is my all-time favorite Earth Wood & Fiber song. I’m going to ask my mom to take me there. I hope they sing it for me.

WAIT A SECOND………………………..

This YouTube video says the band is Earth Wind & Fire. So who’s Earth Wood & Fiber?

Hold the phone! Who cares which band they are? They sell SPREADABLE BACON! Mommy, take me there NOW!!!!!!!

Mom went in one day to check out the store because they sell all kinds of earth, wood and fiber products (hence the name) crafted by local artists. They have everything from jewelry, candles that smell like the seashore to homemade soaps, tableware, blankets, adorable photos of pets and all kinds of other stuff. My mom said they didn’t have a Pugsley photo. Maybe I could model for them.

Then my mom showed me a photo of Mia, the owner, Jake’s, rescue dog and the store’s official greeter.

Mia (2)That’s not fair! I’ve been looking for a job as a greeter for years.

Mom said she noticed Mia behind the counter when she walked into the store and Jake told her to be careful because Mia may be scared and react badly. After a little while, Mia was up on the counter giving my mom kisses. Naturally – my mom is very sweet!

Earth Wood & Fiber is also at the weekly Farmer’s Market at Mostardi’s Nursery in Newtown Square on Wednesdays from 2-6 p.m through October 24th. The market is sponsored by the Pennsylvania Resources Council (PRC)

The Pennsylvania Resources Council (PRC) is a private non-profit whose focus is resource conservation with special emphasis on waste reduction, litter prevention, watershed education, recycling, and composting.

Now I have to go write my cover letter and send my resume to Mia. I hope she wants to interview me to be her assistant. I’m very proficient at scheduling too. I don’t think it would be a good idea to put me in the food department. The spreadable bacon may be too enticing and I wouldn’t want to blow my whole paycheck because I ate all the inventory. Maybe Jake will make me a buyer. Or maybe I could be like those ladies in the cosmetics departments and rub the creams and balms on the customers to show them how soft their paws, I mean hands, will be if they use them.

So if you don’t go to the store for the Spreadable Bacon – and I can’t imagine anyone not doing that – patronize Earth Wood & Fiber because Jake saved Mia’s life and gave her a forever home. We support good people who do good things for animals and give local artists and crafts people an outlet to sell their products. We love things that are made in the USA, especially locally. We hope you will too.

Until next time……..

Pugs & Kisses, Pugsley







Planes, Trains, Boats, Buses, Gondolas and Trolleys

Hi everyone. It’s Pugsley again.

Remember back in the day when your friends and their parents would go on vacation and then invite you over to see the photos or slides and you would sit there bored for HOURS?


I finally have time to sit with my mom so that she can show us her photos from Vancouver. I already told you in a previous post that the Canada Border Service agents in Toronto put mom through a pretty tough interrogation. I’m happy to say that mom made her connection to Vancouver in plenty of time. Mom loved Air Canada. Her plane was one of those big flying cities with nine seats across……and the flight attendants spoke French. Even though my mom had no idea what they were saying, it sounded so pretty. AND THEY GAVE OUT FREE PRETZELS. Try finding that on a US airline anymore.

My mom’s first tour was to Whistler, which hosted most of the alpine, Nordic, luge, skeleton and bobsled events during the 2010 Winter Olympics and where she didn’t learn how to whistle. The bus took the Sea to Sky Highway, which mom said was a beautiful ride. You can read about it here. The bus stopped at a few places along the way and the best was Shannon Falls, the third highest waterfall in British Columbia.


Mom said she enjoyed meeting the other people on the tour. There was a couple from Adelaide, South Australia and they were friendly and very funny. This was their fourth trip to Vancouver and to Alaska. They must love it considering the 23 hours it takes to get there. I wonder if they know my friend Lisa from Melbourne. They’re probably neighbors.

Another lady, Anna, lives in England. Her father and grandfather were born in Philadelphia and then her family moved to Ireland. So that makes Anna an honorary Philadelphian.


Mom and Anna hung out at Whistler Village and rode the Peak 2 Peak Gondola from Whistler to Blackcomb. It was warm and green at the bottom………


and cold and snowy at the top………..


Wow, I didn’t know that you could get an Olympic medal for gondola riding. Mom, you got first place. I’m so proud! Did they play the Star Spangled Banner for you?


No wonder my mom won; just look at her form and expertise.


After her medal ceremony, mom strolled through the village and wandered over to the Olympic Village.


Look everyone, my mom found where Bullwinkle works now. He’s a Royal Canadian Mountie.


I wonder if Rocky is his deputy. My mom didn’t think to ask.

When the tour got back to Vancouver, mom had dinner by the harbor. What’s not to like?


The next day was the really fun day……..the whale watching tour.

Mom took a tour with Prince of Whales. Cackle! that’s such a funny name! The website says the Zodiac whale watching was a three hour tour.

Uh oh mom. Gilligan wasn’t on your boat, was he? 

Mom said her tour was 12 hours. That’s a lot of whale watching. The tour mom took was on a big boat called the Ocean Magic and it went super fast and really rode the waves. Everyone had to wear long raincoats on board in case they got splashed or wanted to ride on the whales.

Nevermind. Mom said it wasn’t Disney World and they weren’t allowed to ride on the whales.



Brittany and Sharon were the naturalists on the tour and mom said they were fantastic. They knew everything about the islands, the animals and the whales we saw, even the whales’ names.



What mom, that’s not a shark? It looks like a shark. It has that scary fin and everything. It’s a what? An Orca?


Stop laughing at me mom!

Here’s what Brittany had to say about the whales and here are her photos. They’re AMAZING! Not that your photo isn’t good mom, but Brittany’s whales are dancing for her.

The following photos are of resident (fish-eating) killer whales. We were watching whales from J-pod (one out of our three southern resident pods, J-pod contains 25 individuals). 

In killer whales, we identify individuals by their unique white saddle patches located behind their dorsal fins, which are different on each side.

The first two photos are of a male from L-pod, L87 born in 1992 nicknamed “Onyx.” His mother passed away and has no ties to L-pod now. So instead he hangs out with J-pod cause he is a “ladies man,” but also the oldest whale, Granny, has adopted him as a son.

Onyx is also in the third photo with some of Granny’s grandchildren.

The fourth photo is of Granny herself. Granny is the oldest whale we have J2, estimated to be born in 1911, makes her 103 years old. Notice her distinct nick in her dorsal fin. 

The final photos are again of Onyx the whale.

Note all photos were taken using a 300mm zoom lens, and cropped on the computer. 

  Onyx Onyx Flying

Onyx and Stepbrothers  Granny

Onyx 5

Onyx 4

Onyx 3

WOW!!!!!!! That’s pretty incredible mom. Onyx is cute.

So what happened after you saw the whales?

WAIT! Look at these photos everyone. How cool is this? This rock is looking at my mom.


And here are more rocks with eyes.


They’re not crazy human rocks. Mom said these are seals. They’re kind of cute. I was expecting them to be little, white and fuzzy.

I know what this is mom! I’ll bet if you click on him, he’ll sing for you. It might take a few seconds so be patient. You can’t rush our national bird.





Here he is pooping on the Cowboys giggle snort.


That’s funny. I thought his head would be flatter.



Fly Eagles Fly

Sack the quarterback then hit him in the thigh

Run Eagles Run

Go for the two point conversion

If you fumble, then we’ll boo

And then throw snowballs at you

Fly Eagles Fly

On the Road to the Super Bowl

Well, I like my lyrics better mom! I’m calling Coach Kelly to schedule my audition.

And speaking of the Prince of Whales, did anyone watch that show on Fox called “I Wanna Marry Harry?” Mom and I were up late one night and couldn’t find anything to watch so we decided to check it out. It was a train, bicycle and scooter wreck! Twelve American ladies went to England looking for a husband. A guy who resembled Prince Harry was their “bachelor.” The women really thought he was Prince Harry. Granted, he looked like him and the producers, including Ryan Seacrest (no comment), concocted all these situations to make them think it really was Harry. Talk about dumb Americans. Can you just imagine the real Prince Harry looking for a wife on a reality dating show? Queen Elizabeth would get the vapors and Prince Philip would whack his butt with a cricket paddle. We binged watched all of the episodes. We just couldn’t look away and once we started, we had to find out how it ended.

Oh right, back to mom’s vacation. After the whales, the boat then took everyone to see Victoria. I don’t know her.

Mom, who’s Victoria?

Oh….Victoria is the capital of British Columbia, named after Queen Victoria of the UK.

I want someplace to be named Pugsley. Do I have to be a queen to get a city named after me?

What mom? I KNOW I’M A BOY! So I can be King Pugsley? What? No, I’m not planning to conquer any countries any time soon. So that means I can’t have a city named after me? Okay, fine. I’m renaming our house.Welcome to Casa de Pugsley. Do I need to hit the house with a bottle of champagne or anything? Whaddya mean I can start paying the taxes now?

Geez…..this royalty business has a lot of strings. I guess I can name my room without much hassle.

Here’s the Pawliament Building.

Mom, did you tell them that I’m a pawliamentarian? Maybe I could work for them. Is that like our Congress? They probably get things done without all that fighting and nonsense though, right?


The last stop of the day was at Butchart Gardens. Mom must have taken 1,000 photos so I’m only going to post the ones I love the best.

In case you didn’t like flowers, you could play chess.



Here’s a Redwood that was planted in 1934. It’s GIMONGOUS!


For you rose fans, here’s Good as Gold from the USA 2013. Mom focused on the little bud. It’s so cute!


Here’s the 1999 Betty Boop Rose from the USA.


And her favorite, the Love Song Rose from the USA 2011.


And mom’s favorite photo on the last part of the tour back in Vancouver….the gas station in the middle of the harbor. You don’t want your boat to run out of gas and the best part is, there are no lines. I wonder if it’s self-serve and if they have a convenience store inside.


Dinner that night was at Joe Fortes.  Mom sat at the bar and met lots of nice people. Trudy lives in Ontario and winters in Florida. Her brother lives in Ireland. Mom listened to Trudy explaining baseball to her brother so of course, mom bonded with her right away.

Mom’s last day in Vancouver was spent touring the city. Now she knows why people visit there and never come back. It’s an urban rainforest so everything is green and lush. They have palm trees and beaches and it’s so relaxing….and expensive. One of the tour guides told mom that Vancouver is the most expensive city in North America. Poor little New York. It’s the Avis of North American cities. Maybe if it tried harder giggle.

Mom stopped by the Olympic Cauldron. You can have it lit for an event at the low cost of C$5,000 for four hours, although someone told mom the cost is C$10,000.


Mom’s last stop before heading to the train station was the Granville Island Public Market. She visited the galleries and hung out with the ducks for a while. She loves animals. It’s amazing that she didn’t adopt everyone.

Hey mom, this kid has my eyes. Do you think we’re related?








Awww….look at the babies all fuzzy and cute.


Mom caught the train back to the US and Seattle. Look everyone from Philly, Yang Ming opened a food truck near the US border.


And finally, here’s the view from the train as the sun set over a perfect vacation.


I hope you enjoyed my tour of British Columbia. Maybe mom will go to French Columbia next time.

I have lots more to share so check back soon!

Love, Pugsley









Party Animal Pugsley

Hi kids! I hope you all had a happy Independence Day weekend. I wanted to drop in to say hello, but frankly, I was recovering from all of my parties and made a conscious decision to stay off of the computer.

I was invited to Sacred Journeys last Friday night for a Summer Solstice celebration and art auction. My Aunt Shari is an artist and art therapist and she created some magnificent paintings. I asked my mom to drive me to the party and she was happy to do it. She drew the line at dropping me off down the street so I told everyone that she was my chauffeur. It’s embarrassing to be the only guest who needed his mom to drive him. If only I could reach the pedals myself………

I got to meet a lot of my online fans. Miss Kathy was there. So were Miss Maria and Miss Delia. And guess who else was there???? My Aunt Elly and Uncle Neal. I was so excited.

Mom was hanging out with me while everyone went inside to circle up. Boy, word spreads about you tinkling in someone’s house and all of a sudden you’re not invited inside anywhere.

I walked my mom around the gardens. Our first stop was the labyrinth. I never saw one with three circles and I kept stepping out of the lines. I color outside the lines too so my mom wasn’t surprised.

IMG_3288IMG_3291Then we stopped by the crystal garden………

IMG_3290And then the grotto and fountain…….

IMG_3293And then Aunt Elly came outside and told mom to go inside and join the circle. That was so nice of her. After she checked my sticky chakras, she wanted me to walk her around the yard. A short time later, Uncle Neal came outside and asked me to walk him. OMG my feet were aching! Then Uncle Jonathan came outside and I was so grateful that he only wanted to sit and snuggle. Then he passed me off to some children who were there and we played and then I got some alone time with Miss Kathy. She’s pretty. I hope she didn’t notice that I was blushing a little bit. Haripal Singh, the Sacred Journeys Kundalini Yoga guru was there and he hung out with me too. I wanted to show him my downward dog, but I was too tired from walking. I was hoping to meet Miss Karla, but nature hadn’t been kind to her so she stayed indoors.

I know what you mean about those gnats flying into your eyes. You can borrow my Doggles if you want Miss Karla.

I’m still confused about the art auction. I didn’t receive a paddle with my number on it so I went to the car and got my cell phone. All high-end auction houses like Christies and Sotheby’s take phone bids. I called Uncle Jonathan’s cell phone and he didn’t answer. How was I sposed to bid on the art? Mom said she would buy me a print after we decide which one we like the best. She said they were all beyooteeful.

And you know what else happened? Aunt Elly and Uncle Neal invited me to their Independence Day weekend barbeque. It was such a glorious day. I called dibs on anything that fell on the ground. I was hanging around the grill so much that Uncle Neal and my new friend Fred, the grillmasters, put me to work.

Fred, Do you need me to taste the burgers to see if they need more barbeque sauce?

Fred, are you ready for me to taste the burgers to see if they need more barbeque sauce?

Do you need this brush yet?

                       Do you need this brush yet?

We played horseshoes, badminton (I was the line judge), chased bubbles, tossed water balloons and Uncle Jonathan and Aunt Elly channeled their inner George and Martha Washington and played a colonial game with bamboo sticks and a ring. It was soooo funny to watch. I guess they didn’t have Wii in the 18th century.

Good catch Aunt Elly, I mean Martha Washington

                 Good catch Aunt Elly, I mean Martha 

And the Rockets Red Glare Water Balloons Bursting in Air

                        And the Rocket’s Red Glare
                        Water Balloons Bursting in Air

Uncle Jonathan was filling material with pipe tobacco and making them into pouches because he’s joining Michael Flatley’s Riverdance for a whole weekend. I don’t remember seeing that in their performances. I don’t question things; Uncle Jonathan knows what he’s doing. I’m glad he didn’t invite me to tag along. I couldn’t dance for a whole weekend.

IMG_3301What mom? He’s not doing the Riverdance? Is it the Oceandance? Lakedance? Naturedance? Oh I give up. He’s doing some kind of dance.

I called dibs to play Thomas Jefferson when we read the Declaration of Independence. It was very disappointing when no one had a copy. I had my powdered wig, knickers and buckle shoes all ready.

Uncle Jonathan fell off the sugar-free and caffeine-free wagon. He looks so happy. Yeah, he was probably bouncing off the walls for a few hours that night.

See Unc.....I told you things go better with Coke. It's the real thing!

See Unc…..I told you things go better with Coke. It’s the real thing!

The lack of the historical reenactment aside, the whole day was fun and the highlight was meeting my new girlfriend, Lucy. She followed me everywhere and I ran around a lot exploring all the trees and flowers. Her mom, Miss Maria, said she was herding me, but I know better, she didn’t leave my side all day and really, do I look like a sheep? At no point did “baaa” come out of my mouth. Lucy pawed at me, sat on my blanket with me and shared my water bowl and my dinner. She wasn’t herding; she was totally crushing on me. We were practically going steady by the end of the day.

IMG_3313The only thing that upset me a little bit was that I was overheated from all my playing and grilling so I was snorting a lot. I went to sit on the blanket with all the ladies….yay! Miss Karla was outside!….and they mimicked and laughed at me. Now I know how Rudolph felt. My mom said they did it because they love me. I don’t know…..I didn’t make fun of the way they talk. Maybe they thought I was a sheep too, although now that I think about it, Aunt Shari did call me Studly. That must be it. They weren’t laughing at me; they were all fighting over me and speaking my language.

Sorry ladies. I go home with the lady who brought me! And it was a good thing I can’t drive because I slept all the way home.

That’s what I call the best Independence Day celebration; being with family, friends, eating grilled food and playing……and being chased by a pretty girl.

I hope you all enjoyed your holiday!

Love, Pugsley