For everyone who cajoled, begged, tried to trick my mom into telling, bribed me with cookies and got tired of waiting for me to reveal my costume……….

H A P PH O W L O W E E N!!!

Thanks mom for all the sewing!!!


I am NOT a marijuana plant – medical OR recreational

And no, the leaves were not sewn into nor were they hot glued onto my skin


I'm over here mom. I'm playing with the huge Chia Pet.

           I’m over here mom. I’m playing with the huge Chia Pet on the lawn.

Trick or Treating with Colleen and Erika at Ardmore Animal Hospital.  One more treat mom. PLEEEEEAAAAAAASE. I promise I won't get my head stuck in the pumpkin mom!

Trick or Treating with Colleen and Erika at Ardmore Animal Hospital.
Just one more treat mom PLEEEEEASE. I promise I won’t get my head stuck in the pumpkin!


                                         Waiting for the Great Pumpkin

Mommy and Pugsley’s Excellent Berkshires Adventure

Hi everyone! It’s me, your favorite pug and co-pilot, reporting in about my wonderful weekend in the mountains.

Whaddya mean who is it? Was that you who asked that question Bentley Brodey? You’re not funny.

Co-pilot ready

                                                            Co-pilot ready

                                                I said, “I’M READY!”

We arrived in Springfield, MA right on-schedule, thank you very much. The same thing happens every time I check into a hotel. The front desk staff wants me to stay and work with them. I love greeting all the people. Mom said it was time for dinner so I ran to the elevator. Work would have to wait. I have my priorities, you know. There were two kids across the hall from our room the size of small ponies. Their moms wouldn’t let me ride them up and down the hall. That wasn’t very neighborly. I don’t think any of our moms liked that we talked to each other throughout the night. Who needs sleep when you’re on vacation?

Whaddya mean we can't get the ballgame on TV?

                      Whaddya mean we can’t get the ballgame on TV?

Whaddya mean we can't get the ballgame on TV?

                    Does this chair clash with my biker outfit mom?

Mom took me to the Dr. Seuss National Memorial Sculpture Garden. We saw the Lorax, Horton, Thing 1 and Thing 2 (just like mom and me. I’m Thing 2 by the way.), The Cat in the Hat, Sam (Oooh I love green eggs and ham too Sam-I-am!), The Grinch and Max (Where was Cindy-Lou Who?), Thidwick and Yertle.

Cousin Sammy, there was no Caroseussel like they have at Universal Islands of Adventure.



I do so like Green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am

                                           I do so like green eggs and ham!
                                           Thank you! Thank you,



My mom says that I break the house just as efficiently as the Cat in the Hat and Thing 1 and Thing 2



“If I can’t find a reindeer, I’ll make one instead!” So he called his dog Max. Then he took some red thread And he tied a big horn on top of his head.

IMG_3473After our fun with Dr. Seuss, we drove to the Berkshires. I thought I was going to camp until mom explained that camp is in summer. Yikes! I was going to school.

That’s right; my mom shipped me off to boarding school. I just knew that there would be so many New England preppy kids there. You know, kids named Kailey, Binky, Muffy Poppy, Zara, Cricket, Sabine, Teague, Paxton, Barton, Hunter, Winthorpe, Biff and Kingsley. I begged my mom to register me as Darcy. That’s right – THAT Darcy. We share so many ruggedly handsome and brooding qualities.


Mom dropped me off at the Shaker Hill Pet Resort. I thought I was going to a Shaking Medicine weekend with real New England Shakers, but it was not to be.

My teachers thought it best to tutor me privately since I was new and only staying a few days.

I checked out my room – the Large Rover Suite – and then went to math class. MATH CLASS FIRST???? At least I could have had creative writing first. I’m good at that – or so I’m told.

Like my mom, I don’t understand math. I didn’t get the math gene either. The teachers kept telling me I was incorrect when I counted out the treats. “One for you, three for me, another for you, five more for me…..” I didn’t understand what was wrong so they gave me a word problem. My mom told me about those. They make her pop Ibuprofen like they’re Tic Tacs.

If the bag of treats on train A leave the station at 6 am going west at 100 mph, and the treats on train B leave another station 750 miles away at 8 am going east at 70 mph, where and when do they cross?

Answer: Unless I’m going to be a Conductor, who cares?

My mom said that all of her teachers used to tell the class that they were preparing them for “real life.” Well, just as my mom thought, she’s been out of school for a long time and no one’s ever asked her about Train A and Train B.

So why would I cross the country to find the spot where the trains meet when I could just stay home and eat the treats in my treat jar? How would I get there anyway? Is there another train, let’s call it Train C, that goes there? If I took a bus, how would I get from the bus depot to the trains? And who says there’s a train station at the point where they cross? What if they cross and keep on going? What’s the point if I can’t get the treats? And when would someone ever ask me about the trains? It’s not like it ever comes up in discussion at the dog park.

My teachers looked like their brains were going to explode so they gave me an early recess. Mom says the same thing happens to Aunt Karen when she calculates Aunt Karen’s share of their Phillies tickets.

I loved recess. We played Pin the Tail on the Squeaky Toy, Dodge Bone, Red Rover, and Pugsley Says.

My teachers were wonderful and they texted mom report cards and photos each day.

Now to mom’s part of our trip. After mom dropped me off at school, she went to the Norman Rockwell Museum. She plugged in the address that the website said to use for the GPS and she ended up at someone’s house. It’s a good thing that Google Maps on mom’s phone knew the correct route. Google knows EVERYTHING!

Mom said she gained quite an appreciation for Norman Rockwell’s artwork after listening to the docent’s talk. Mom has always had her favorites (Waiting for the Vet, The Runaway, Bottom of the Sixth, The Prom Dress) and it was nice to see all of them displayed.



                                Norman Rockwell’s original studio

IMG_3496Mom then set out for her weekend at the Kripalu Center. The mountains must have been too much for the GPS because it crashed so mom used Google again, which led her up a windy mountain path to a dead-end in someone’s driveway. I guess Google doesn’t know everything afterall. Kripalu was pretty much across the street from Tanglewood, which if mom had known, would have made her travels much easier.

Hey mom, see what happens when you dump your co-pilot at school!

Mom went to Kripalu to take a workshop led by Beth Weinstock and Jane Shure of the Resilience Group. They were awesome and so was the workshop.

She met so many nice people: EJ; Esther; Nicole; Laurel; Kate; who has a pug named Charlotte; Ben; and so many others whose names mom forgets. Her roommate Kristine was soooooo nice and fun. Kristine was at Kripalu to attend a workshop with the poet David Whyte. All the ladies were fainting over him. He had a book signing Saturday afternoon and the wait in line was about two hours long.

Hi Miss Kristine. Thank you for helping my mom sew my Howloween costume.

At orientation Friday night, one of the staff members said to make sure to take the room key when you leave the room because someone always realizes they’re locked out of their room while they’re in the shower. Guess whose mom did that? Cackle

It’s a good thing you had your pajamas mom! The staff at the front desk said there were 40 people ahead of mom that morning who did the same thing. I think the orientation leader jinxed everybody.

Mom said her schedule only allowed time for one yoga class, which was fine because the grounds were so beautiful that she spent a lot of time outside.


IMG_3521 2I was so excited to see mom on Sunday when it was time to go home. When we passed the exit for the Catskulls, I covered my eyes in case the skulls were near the highway. When we passed the exit for Woodbury Commons, mom covered her eyes, which wasn’t cool since she was driving.

I love traveling with my mom. I’m very good company except when I’m shrieking. I must be a speed demon. I’m fine if we’re going 60 mph or faster, but in stop and go traffic, I can be pretty unruly. I don’t know why. I wonder if Kripalu has a workshop for that.

Next up……my annual Howloween costume reveal. Stay tuned!

Love, Pugsley

Ohm……..My Autumn Adventures – Hey, Who Put Those Cat Skulls There???

Hi everybody. Guess what? My mom is taking a workshop and I get to go with her. It’s being held at a big yoga retreat center so I’ve begun practicing my downward dog. I almost have it mastered; I just have to remember not to lie down and nap.

The yoga place is in the mountains. My mom didn’t say which ones so I have to guess. All she said was that the place is north of us, which is a good thing because I’ve already been to lots of mountains in the south.

There were the Blue Ridgebacks in Virginia, the Smokey Bears in Tennessee and the Quackcheetahs in Barkansas. Cackle – Who named these mountains? Everyone knows cheetahs don’t quack. I thought we were in the Aardvarks, but they were northwest of Hot Springs where we were.

Okay, so I pulled out my Atlas.

Yes, I still use one of those because it shows you EVERYTHING and you don’t have to squint and scroll and zoom in and out to see the screen.

The closest mountains to us are the Pokeyournose. That’s where they have the places with the 7-foot Champagne Glass whirlpool bath-for-two with celestial ceiling; cozy log-burning fireplace; and the glass-enclosed, heated heart-shaped pool. My mom didn’t say that I could invite a lady friend and sitting in the champagne glass by myself would be a waste of such romantic surroundings. So nope, we’re not going there. Let me just bookmark that page for future reference when I have a date.

YIKES! There are mountains made of cat skulls?!? They’re called, well, the Catskulls. Oh I don’t know about that place. That sounds kind of scary. It sounds haunted….or worse.

As soon as I’m finished posting this, I’m going to send Governor Cuomo an email putting him on alert that this kind of thing is unacceptable. I plan to get enough signatures on a petition to exorcize the skulls and rename those mountains to something more appropriate, like The Pugsleys.

What mom? I don’t care if people wear belts and eat borscht there! That’s a dumb thing to do in the middle of disembodied cat heads.

I don’t even know what borscht is. It sounds like something that would give me toxic gas. I had that once. OMG! Mom went hightailing it out of the house and even I couldn’t stand to be with me. There wasn’t a spray, oil, candle, wax melt or Plug-In created that could make the air smell cottony fresh or like lavender fields. And besides, I don’t have a belt. I heard that you can’t eat Borscht unless you wear a Borscht belt. Why would I need any kind of belt? I don’t wear pants! Well, sure, I wear the “pants” in my family…….

Nothing mom. I didn’t say anything.

What did you say about the Catskulls? Oh right mom, I remember watching that movie with you.

Mom said if we go there I can take dirty dancing lessons so I’m saying it right now, “Nobody puts Pugsley in the corner.”

Okay, moving on………….

There are the Adironducks. I wonder what there is to do there. The ducks should move to the Quackcheetahs. Giggle snort. Oh wait, NOW I see which mountains we must be visiting……..THE BARKSHEERS. That’s more like it. I hope they’re not too sheer. Maybe they’re invisible. How will we find them? Mom said that we can watch the pretty leaves turn autumn colors. Does anyone know if leaves change color faster than grass grows?  I hope there are already lots of red, orange and yellow crunchy piles of leaves in which to jump between yoga classes.

The other really fun thing I did last weekend was a labyrinth walk at Sacred Journeys. My new band uniform arrived just in time for me to try it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a ticketed event, nor did they have an RSVP list. And everyone lined up at the entrance so orderly and quiet. There was really nothing for me to do.

Miss Carrie and Mr. Joel sent me the wrong size uniform. It was a smidge too long and I found out the hard way when I tinkled on it. I’ll have to take it to Mary, my tailor, before we go on the road.

Security team on the job

Security team on the job

The labyrinth took about 30 minutes to complete. I walked it with my mom. I stayed between the rocks (for the most part) and when people passed me, they sometimes gave me a little love tap on my head. Aunt Shari bestowed blessings on our hearts as we exited, including mine. She touched me on the head and the blessing went straight to my heart. At first I didn’t feel any spiritual effects, and let’s just say that when I got home I slept for two days. It was like getting Aunt Elly’s Healing Touch on steroids.

As people completed the walk, they gathered in the Crystal Garden or by the fountain.

Uncle Jonathan, I can hardly keep my eyes open. I’m zausted from walking. A half-mile is far with my itty bitty legs.

I met a new friend, Annie, who snuggled with me a lot. She’s so adorable and sweet. I deputized her so now she needs a Hot Glue & The Gun security uniform too.

Pugsley and Annie

                         Annie and Pugsley

When everyone completed the labyrinth, it was time to eat.

Uncle Jonathan, I told you that I'm supposed to test the food before anyone eats. It's in my job description!

Uncle Jonathan, I told you that I’m supposed to test the food before anyone eats. It’s in my job description!

Well kids, I’m not sure when we leave for our trip so I’ll keep you posted. I have to go pack now. You can never be too prepared to channel your inner puppy and crunch in a pile of autumn leaves.

Happy tails – I mean trails –

Love, Pugsley

Tune:  “The Wheels On The Bus”

The Leaves on the trees are yellow and brown,
Yellow and brown, yellow and brown.
The leaves on the trees are yellow and brown,
All through the town.

The leaves on the trees are falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
The leaves on the trees are falling down,
All through the town.

The leaves on the trees make a crunching sound,
Crunching sound, crunching sound.
The leaves on the trees make a crunching sound
All through the town.

Let’s rake all the leaves into a mound,
Into a mound, into a mound.
Let’s rake all the leaves into a mound
All through the town.

The children in the town jump up and down,
Up and down, up and down.
The children in the town jump up and down
On the leaves on the ground.
–Jean Warren





Who’s Al Fresco?

Hi everybody. I can’t wait to tell you all about my playdate with my Auntie Kate DeRiel.

Mom drove me to Auntie Kate’s house and she made a yummy lunch for us. We had chicken salad samiches.

I said chicken SALAD!!! It was boneless. Don’t worry, I asked before I dove into the bowl. I didn’t want to end up in the hospital again. There was no phone in my room and I felt very disconnected the last time.

We made our samiches and Auntie Kate had all the candymints to go with them.

Mom: What are candymints? Are they like Lifesavers?

Pugs: Stop sneaking up on me when I’m blogging. I didn’t even know you were home. I really need to put a bell around your neck or something. You just beam in without anyone knowing it. And stop being silly mom. You know – candymints: lettuce, pickles, cold slaw………

Mom: You mean cole slaw. And they’re called condiments.


Pugs: That’s what I said. Our candymints don’t have faces. You’re shopping in the wrong place. I like these better than ours.

Anyway, best of all, we dined on Fresca.

Mom: You mean al fresco.

Pugs: No, I don’t. Who’s he? I don’t know this Al Fresco person. I ate with Auntie Kate.

Mom: It’s not a who, it’s a what.

Pugs: Okay……..WHAT’s he?

Mom: People aren’t “whats” Pugs. People are “whos”.

Pugs: You just said he isn’t a who. Stop confusing me!

Mom: I said it’s a what, not a who. Things are whats; people are whos.

Pugs: Sigh! I hope I don’t meet anyone named Al Fresco. He must be in therapy. The way my head is spinning, I’ll be lying on a couch soon too.

Mom, I don’t care who or what Al Fresco is. He, I mean “it,” wasn’t at our lunch. Wait, is Al Fresco an alien? I might care if it’s an alien. Does it know Marvin the Martian? I like Marvin. His headgear is supercool.

Marvin the Martian

To Be An It, or a Who: that is the Question:

Mom: Al fresco means outdoors.

Pugs: On what planet?

Mom: Earth

Pugs: Are you sure? I can ask Marvin.

Mom: You don’t know Marvin.

Pugs: Well, maybe Al Fresco does.

Mom: SMH


Are you happy now mom?

Yummy chicken salad and Fresca

                             Yummy chicken salad and Fresca


                          I’m ready for dessert Auntie Kate

Mom: You know Pugs, your grandmother loved Fresca. She drank it all the time. I didn’t even know it was still being sold.

Pugs: No wonder I loved it. It must be genetic. I inherited grandmom’s Fresca gene.

Mom: Uhhhh…..Ummm……..yeah, that must be it. We can go with that.

Pugs: Why did you hesitate?

Mom: No reason.

Pugs: May I continue now?

Mom: Can I stop you?

Pugs: No

So when we arrived at the park, the other kids came rushing over to me and we could hardly walk through the gate. I must have wicked strong pheromones.

We found a pic-i-nic table and unloaded all of our gear, including some snacks for me and more Fresca.

I edited mom’s newsletter for that lady group to which Auntie Kate and mom belong. I forgot my Doggles so I had to read it up close. Auntie Kate helped me.

I think you caught all the typos mom

                          I think you caught all the typos mom

I played a little until two kids got into a playground fight. Their moms had to pull them apart because a big Pit Bull was picking on an itty bitty Chihuahua. I had to referee:


I finished editing the newsletter and guess what? Yellow highlighter does NOT taste like lemon.

Ick! Tastes like ink

                                       Ewwww that tastes icky

My pheromones caused such a ruckus. All the big kids came running to our table and then jumped on it and on us. I went Kung Foo Pug on them:


I’m going to find a different park. Even though I liked the new agility equipment the park ranger added, I don’t like that the big kids jump on me and I really don’t like all the dirt on the ground. Mom had to wash my paws and face when I got home and I left paw prints all over the car seat. I want to find a park with grass where I can frolic and play without needing to run through the car wash afterward.

You can text me with your suggestions. And if you see Al Fresco, run!

Until next time……..

Love, Pugsley

I’m With the Band!

I ALWAYS wanted to say that and now my dream has come true! So I’m sorry that I’ve been out of touch. I’ve been preparing to go on tour. I can’t tell you about it afterward because you know what they say, “What happens in the tour bus stays in the tour bus!”

Here’s how it happened:

I caught up with my friends Carrie Klein and Joel McGlynn at a quaint little BYOB (Bring Your Own Bones) bistro in midtown Manhattan, at which time I interviewed them for my blog. I know that I don’t appear to be a midtown kind of guy so let me just say that proximity to the park was a necessity. It wasn’t so much for me as it was for Joel. Read on and you’ll see why.

Carrie and Joel were so impressed with my charm, wit and PUGnaciousness that they offered me my new gig on the spot. I now have a real life job as a band bodyguard. I get to wear my Doggles, talk into my paw and look menacing. Oh, and did I mention the cool tour t-shirt I’ll be rockin?


As long as you don’t rub my belly or dangle a Beggin Strip in front of me, I got this.

Read on for the interview (glower).

Hi Carrie and Joel. Thanks for meeting with me today. I know you’ve been busy, especially with Derek Jeter Day and all that Yankees stuff. It’s been busy in my hometown of Philadelphia too as the Phillies battled relentlessly in the NL East. They made it look so easy to be cellar dwellers. They hardly broke a sweat all season.

Okay, enough get to know you small talk.

What’s the name of your band?

This has been a tough one for us to answer, but we think we’re gonna stick with:    Hot Glue & The Gun

What do you think?  We haven’t published it yet, but it’s time for us to get the word out about ourselves, and we think it’s a bit sexy, a bit weird, and a bit like our first show [kinda hard to figure out, but awesome]. 

I LOVE it. Hot glue guns are the best. I’m not allowed to use mine without adult supervision and since my mom needs adult supervision, I’m afraid it doesn’t see much action in our craft room. Will I get to pack one while we’re on tour?

(Pssst….Miss Carrie….wink)

How long have you been musicians?

How long have you been a dog? 

Who you calling dog? Cackle….just kidding……was I menacing? Did I incite fear in the depths of your being? Okay, I’ll admit, perhaps my menacing stance needs some work.

To answer your question, I’ve been a dog all my life, really. I went through a phase where I thought I was a polar bear because I like cold weather and I love to swim in my pool. My stylist wouldn’t dye my hair platinum so I gave it up.

You’re funny Pugsley. Your spirit animal is the polar bear? We may need to talk about that. Purity of spirit? Hmmm….

Among other things, I am intelligent and fearless. So there! My mom’s animal is the eagle. I didn’t say iggle, I said E-A-G-L-E. Yo, I do not speak with a Philly accent!

I apologize everyone for the digression. Now back to our interview.

So seriously,  Carrie has been singing since before she could crawl, and Joel was playing piano in his mom’s belly – although probably they called it “kicking” at the time.

Carrie was the first truly professional member of the duo, performing in various Chicago Regional productions including a stint at the Lyric Opera when she was just about 2 (in dog years).  Joel’s immediate family led music at their local church, and it has been said that his great-great-great-grandfather played violin for the Czar of Russia – although it has also been said that the strange hard roll sandwich with wilted lettuce and green peppers that many sell in NYC is a “Philly Steak”… so maybe take the Violin story with a grain of salt.

That’s illegal in my hometown. You know, people get arrested for toasting the roll. They don’t toast the roll in NYC, do they? Say it isn’t so Joe! Do I need to moonlight as a Philly Cheesesteak Authenticator and Roll Inspector?

Did your great-great-great grandfather wear those big fur Ushanka hats and figure skate too? If so, I’ll bet the story’s true. You know that Russians can figure skate before they can walk. He must have taken up the violin after his Olympic career ended.

We know you didn’t ask, but both of us have been actors since we discovered the joy of making faces in the mirror to avoid paying attention to grown-ups.  

I do the same thing! My mom had me tested for DADD (Doggie Attention Deficit Disorder). Turns out I’m a genius. I’ll bet you both are too.

(You’re pretty Miss Carrie.)

So, tell me, how did you meet?

It took us a minute.  Carrie had a strange pull to go to NYC, and when it was time for her to pick a college, she chose NYU.  Ironically, Joel missed his first chance to meet Carrie when during that same time period, he interviewed to transfer to NYU’s Film School and found out how much it would cost per year.  Instead, he wandered around losing and finding his way while Carrie learned to be the best Server/Bartender on the planet in New York’s crucible of a restaurant/club scene.  When Joel finally got to NYC with a big “I was a Fine Dining Waiter in Lambertville” chip on his shoulder,  Carrie was given the unenviable task of knocking him down a peg or two (a.k.a. training him to work in his very first NYC restaurant). Neither of us liked each other to begin with, but over time we became better and better friends.  At one point, Carrie said, “I have an idea.  Let’s spend as much time with each other as we can, for as many days as possible.”  Joel replied,  “That’s funny.  I just gave up hoping that my dream-woman would ever say something like that to me, and now she has.”  We were married as soon as possible: 5 years later.

That’s such a touching story. It was bashert. That means destined. You two are soul mates. So I guess there’s no point for me to continue making googly eyes at Miss Carrie, huh? Sigh

Where can people see you perform?

Our current plan is to take “The Vision Board” on the road, starting in January 2015.  Come Spring/Summer of 2015 we hope to have some NYC/Philly dates to share!

I heard your premiere performance of “The Vision Board” was a smashing success.

Thank you. We’ve been told it was.

Soon we’ll have a website up, but we’ll always post what we’re doing on Joel’s Facebook Page.

By the way, your hair in your cover photo is the color that I wanted. Hook me up with your stylist okay? 

How did you create “The Vision Board” performance for Sacred Journeys?

We didn’t.  Everything was channeled to us by great mysterious spirits who called themselves “Lady” and “Tramp”.  They insisted that we quiet ourselves, cut and paste pictures from tabloid magazines into a “Vision Board,” then dig through our sketchbooks and recordings for scraps of music and story.  Eventually, the show began to take form.

Also, we attended several Mystery School weekends at Sacred Journeys, in which the community shared with us its incredible collective love, support, story, and song.

Oh, I heard about those weekends……my pug lips are sealed!

We believe writing a show is a bit like making a good soup.

I don’t like soup. I’m a sloppy eater and I hate wearing a bib.

Miss Carrie, where do you find all of your wonderful costumes? I especially like this bird hat. What’s the story behind it? Where can I get one?

Hot Glue and the Gun In Concert

                         Hot Glue & The Gun In Concert

Carrie’s closet has a similar function as the wardrobe to Narnia.  She simply holds her breath, reaches deep within, and pulls out a sequined gown. It’s a terrific trick. Among the treats found are colorful wigs, strings of beads, fishnets (tho, we wouldn’t attempt to bait fish with them) and clown noses. One time she accidentally grabbed a mink while he was peacefully sleeping.  Mr. Mink yelped and ran off to another tree.  

I HATE when that happens!

Oh, by the way, the “bird hat” is what they in the fashion world call a “fascinator.” We recommend an adventure through NYC’s garment district. It’s amazing what one can do with hot glue and a gun…

Is that why you named your group Hot Glue & The Gun?

It’s our essence!

What else do you want my fans to know about you?

When we’re not writing or performing, we enjoy frolicking in the park, chasing squirrels, and playing fetch. 

ME TOO! Except that I don’t play fetch. Why exert all that energy? Maybe for a snack, but definitely not for a stick. I have standards, although my bar is set pretty low where snacks are concerned.

(Pssst….Miss Carrie… you want to frolic with me sometime?)

Last question: May I be your roadie? Maybe I’m too little for that. I can work security for you okay? I’ve done that for other important people like my Aunt Lisette. I’d be perfect as Miss Carrie’s bodyguard.

You might be a little too little to carry some of our equipment, but we’d put you as security up against the Paparazzi any day.  You’re hired! You’ll be MY bodyguard.

HARUMPH! Foiled again!

Thanks so much for interviewing us Pugsley.  Now we have a question for you…

We think you’re an awesome journalist.  How do we nominate you for a Pulitzer?

I’m blushing. Do you really think I could win a Pawlitzer? Here’s the official website.  Maybe we should start with a Bloggie.

Big Sloppy Face-Lick to all your fans,


AKA -HotGlue&theGun-

And a bye for now from Pugsley! Thanks for reading. I’ll let you know when Hot Glue & The Gun will be at a venue near you. Tell the doormen you’re with Pugsley and Pugsley’s with the band.

What Part of “It’s Pugsley’s World” Doesn’t My Mom Understand?

Hi friends. My mom and I had a really fun afternoon yesterday. Mom said that I had pterodactyl talons growing out of my toes so she took me to my salon at Petco for a mani/pedi. After I was finished, we went to my mom’s salon to get her nails done. You all know how antsy I get when I have to sit still. I kept jumping on the pedicure chair to see what was going on. The scrub on mom’s legs smelled so fruity and I decided it would be a waste of water to wash it off when I could eat it. That’s when Miss Hien said she would play with me.

Mom was relaxing in the chair and when she opened her eyes, guess what she saw?

Nail Salon Massage 2

Miss Hien was giving me a chair massage. Everyone was laughing. The ladies who work there didn’t want me to go home and the customers all wanted to take me home with them because I’m “so darn cute.”

My mom was shaking her head. I just don’t know what part of “It’s Pugsley’s World” confuses her. Do you?

Pugs, Kisses and pretty toes, Pugsley

Another Farewell to A Friend; Heaven Has Another Doggie Angel Tonight

What a sad day everyone. Another one of my friends went to Heaven today. This is the second friend in a few weeks. This little boy’s mommy asked that I not share his name or his photo. He was such a sweet, cute little boy. We emailed every day lots and lots of times and played together during a special sleepover party several months ago.

All timeouts are cancelled and my mom and I have been on the sofa in fetal positions bawling. My mom’s eyes now look like mine.

Even though you don’t know him, I’m asking for your prayers for his safe and happy transition.

I’ll miss you so much my friend!!! Big hug and cuddles to you on your journey.

Love and Miss You, Pugsley

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