Girls Will Break Your Heart

I’m back from my vacation and I’m so incredibly depressed. Shhh…don’t tell my mom….I met a girl at the resort. Her name is Cookie and we played together a lot. Mom brought me home before I could get her phone number or email address. Now I just sit and stare out the window and write country songs.

Her name is Cookie and she’s so much prettier

Cause she’s a baby Boston Terrier

 

Cookie, Cookie, Cookie how I miss you

My mom brought me home without a last tail wag from you

 

Chocolate chips and Vanilla Wafers; they’re not my Cookie

My Cookie’s the sweetest; oh what a beauty

 

Cookie, Cookie, Cookie how I miss you

My mom brought me home without a last tail wag from you

 

When I see a bag of Oreos, it makes me cry

And when I see the Keebler Elf I want to stick a pencil in his eye

 

Cookie, Cookie, Cookie how I miss you

My mom brought me home without a last tail wag from you

Watch out Blake Shelton. I can sing about heartache and I’m working real dang hard on my twang.

Mom, will you please put a fiddle on the shopping list?

Other than playing with Cookie, one of the best and brightest spots of my vacation was Miss Linda’s visit to my suite. She called dibs to take care of me. I heard a lot of commotion in the hallway. I think she was fighting off another concierge.

There’s room in my suite for everyone ladies. There’s no need to pull hair or scratch each other.

Here’s Miss Linda hand feeding me my peanut butter treat. That’s because she has a lady crush on me. I’ll bet she doesn’t hand feed treats to the other guests.

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I told her about Cookie and she taught me exercises to tone my turkey neck. I get to lick her every time I put my chin up and my head back. It’s a fun incentive and better than my mom’s night cream.

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After my exercises, I got into bed for a quick nap and then went out to group play.

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The daycare girls wrote on my report card that I’m funny and crazy and I run around a lot. They invited me back to play any time I want. I’m going to ask mom if I can go tomorrow.

I came home with a Valentine’s Day bandana because all the girls love me. Here I am looking very forlorn cause my little pug heart is broken into itty bitty pieces. If you look closely, you can see that my eyes are all watery because I was crying.

That’s right – boys cry too! I’m in touch with my feelings. Girls like that.

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Don’t worry Cookie. I’m coming to find you!!!

Silly me, I almost forgot to tell you about mom’s trip. That’ll have to wait. It’s time to stare out the window again and write more love songs.

Love, Pugsley

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Fan Feedback

Hi everyone. I love that so many of you post comments on my blog and send me your photos to post. I read all of the comments and try to answer each one. I hope you receive my replies.

Here are some of the latest ones.

This is my friend Trixie. She’s so pretty. I like her scarf. I don’t have a scarf.

Hey mom, can we go shopping for a scarf for me?

Here's my friend Trixie modeling her winter wear. Isn't she pretty?

Here’s my friend Trixie modeling her winter wear. Isn’t she pretty?

And here are my friends Dingle and Berry.

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And here’s Georgie cleaning their ears.

Mom, I need a sister to clean my ears!

Dingle Berry and Georgie

And wait until you see the next photo.

This is my friend Noodles who celebrated her 21st birthday yesterday.

I never had a friend who was old enough to drive let alone go out to bars and casinos.

Noodles, could you ask your mom if you could have the car later? We can hang out at the mall and check out the ladies. You can be my wing girl.

Aunt Nancy, I’ll make sure Noodles doesn’t drink okay? And we won’t stay out too late. Noodles can help me pick out a scarf for so that my mom doesn’t have to take me. I’m old enough to shop for myself.

Happy 21st Birthday Noodles

                                                  Happy 21st Birthday Noodles

That’s all for today friends. Stay warm and keep sending me your feedback.

Love, Pugsley

YAY It’s Christmas! December is Way Too Busy!

Hi everybody. I haven’t had a second to blog all month. December is stressful. All the pushing and shoving, shopping, crowds and parties. It’s zausting!

I started my month in Harrisburg at the League of Women Voters board meeting. My mom and Aunt Marita went a day early to go to the big Christmas Craft Show and I got to go to Canine Clubhouse for the day. That was so much fun. I played with a little girl named Zoe. Really, she followed me everywhere. All the boys who are regulars there didn’t like that. I think they’ve all been fighting over her and here I came for the day and stole her heart. Get over it boys. I’m Pugsley!

Then something amazing happened. Miss Sadie called everyone to the table for lunch.

Lunch? What’s that?

Zoe told me it’s the afternoon meal.

Whaaaaaaat? Why hadn’t I ever heard about this meal called lunch? I get breakfast and dinner at home. You mean there’s a third meal in the day? I made a note to ask my mom about this in the most stern voice I could muster.

I had seen my mom eat in the middle of the day and I thought it was a snack. Everyone sat at the table and when Miss Sadie came to me I ordered a turkey hoagie and tater tots. The other kids fell over laughing.

I got kibble. It was chicken flavored. Close enough.

When mom and Aunt Marita picked me up later in the day I yelled at my mom something awful. How dare she deny me lunch all these years!

That night a whole bunch of firefighters and EMTs checked into the hotel. They were there for training with FEMA. We watched football and drank beer in the hotel lobby. I wanted to go with them on drills the next day and remembered that I was already booked. I HATE when that happens.

The next day was the board meeting and I had to work. Miss Carol likes to sit next to me. I like that because she’s so smart. In fact, she’s freakishly smart. Like 1,000 IQ smart. Mom and I always hope some of her smarts rub off on us. Miss Sharon was at a conference in Florida. She’s crazy smart too. I just know that if she was there, she and Miss Carol would have had a lady fight over who would sit next to me.

Here I am with Miss Carol. She lets me walk her sometimes. She loves me!

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Miss Betty is getting snacks. Hi Miss Betty. Is there anything for me on the table?

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Now Miss Susan is jealous. I have to visit with her. These board meetings are such hard work.

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That night we saw ladies whom we remembered from last year. They were having a pajama party by the lobby fireplace. They let me hang out with them and drink wine and eat cheese and crackers even though I forgot to pack my pajamas.

Here I am with my friends Karen, Bonnie and Sue from Bellefonte. Oh I hoped my mom didn’t come looking for me. I was a little tipsy by the time the photo was taken.

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I told Miss Carol that I wanted to sleep in her room that night so I waited for her to pick me up. It seemed like forever and I was happy to stay with my friends and eat more snacks. I don’t know what happened. Miss Carol never came for me. I’m sure she must have just forgotten. Yeah, that’s it. She couldn’t possibly have not wanted to bunk with me. I went back to my room and hoped that mom wasn’t sleeping yet because I didn’t have a key to let myself in the room.

The next morning mom and I saw the firefighters in the lobby packing up their gear for more training. They all remembered me and everyone was yelling my name and saying good morning. I thanked them for their service and wished them a happy day.

The next day mom took me to Family Pet Resort for their Christmas Party. Mom took my seatbelt off and forgot my leash was attached to it. I ran around the place checking out the other kids and evading capture. I snuck into Santa’s treat basket three times before I was wrangled. Boy was that fun!

I had my picture taken with Santa. I knew he wasn’t the real Santa because he didn’t kiss me. What Santa doesn’t know you’re supposed to kiss the person under the mistletoe?

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Family Pet Resort was launching its new Aqua Therapy machine. That’s physical therapy talk for underwater treadmill. It looks awesome.

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I got to play with the other equipment. The tunnel is my all-time favorite.

Coming through!

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And back out!

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And here I am with Jon, who was working with me. He’s a trained physical therapy professional and was very impressed by my agility on the equipment.

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While I was there I had a dental exam. I’ll do anything for treats.

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And a photo with the Christmas Dog.

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Mom took me to Pet Smart for a pawdicure with Anna. There were two girls, a Pekinese and a Chihuahua, getting primped for the holidays. I got a spritz of Eskimo Mist (or was it Eskimo Pie?) cologne. Talk about a lady fight! All that yapping and hair pulling over me. Who can blame them? Here I am looking so dapper in my bandana.

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The best day of all was when mom took me to Mr. Todd’s photo studio for professional photos. That was such a fun day. Mr. Todd played with me and let me help with the equipment. We just got the photos back so now we can write our holiday cards. Who cares if they arrive for Groundhog Day? You can’t rush cuteness.

Mom went to Sacred Journeys for a Gazpacho ceremony to celebrate the Winter Solstice.

What mom?

Mom said it’s Despacho, not Gazpacho.

A Despacho is an ancient Peruvian ceremony lead by a shaman (my Aunt Shari). Participants construct an offering of gratitude to Pachamama (Mother Earth) and the Apus (Mountain Spirits). Everyone places prayers into the Despacho. They are prayers to release things that no longer serve them and things that they want to manifest. These prayers are then “dispatched” to the Guides and Spirits when the offering is burned by the shaman. Mom said it was incredibly moving and spiritual.

Here are my Aunt Shari and Uncle Jonathan. They’re wonderful!

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Last weekend mom went to Uncles Jerry and Dale’s annual tree trimming/Hanukkah party. Uncle Jerry laughed and said, “Notice that the Goyim (non-Jewish people) have five Menorahs.” The candles didn’t fit into the Menorah from Jerusalem. I guess Uncle Jerry will have to go to Israel and buy candles for next year. That’s an expensive Menorah!

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The kids decorated the biggest Christmas tree I ever saw. Look how beautiful it is. With mom’s addition, there are now five Phillies ornaments on the tree. Maybe Santa will get the hint. Mom had a great time catching up with her friend with Miss Ethel, who writes an email every night about Philadelphia sports news of the day. How she’s not depressed and in therapy is another Hanukkah miracle.

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Mom hung my stocking last night. I think she’s trying to tell me something. It’s pretty size-accurate. It looks like I’m getting coal again this year. Maybe I shouldn’t have stuck my head into Santa’s treat basket so close to Christmas. I was good all year and I do one naughty thing right before Christmas and I get coal. Humbug!

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So mom and I wish everyone a belated Happy Hanukkah, a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year filled with blessings, joy and love.

Pugs and Kisses, Pugsley and Mom

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot???

Eeks………gasp……cough……ACK…….snifffffffffffffffffff………………..whoooooooooo………..

Sniffffffffffffff…………….whoooooooooo………..

Inhale through my nose, exhale through my mouth. Deep breaths Pugsley………in and out………in and out………

Pardon me while I ground myself. I was on vacashun for a long weekend at my favorite place – Family Pet Resort while my mom staffed another Vets Journey Home retreat. More on that later.

I don’t mind it when my mom goes away for a good cause like helping our veterans. I DO mind it when I find out that she’s been CHEATING ON ME.

My mom picked me up Monday and I could see that she was really emotionally exhausted so when we got home I tucked her into bed. She proceeded to sleep for the next two days. Of course, she got up every so often to feed me and let me walk her, which I thought was very considerate. I smudged the house a few times to clear out all the residual energy that she brought home. While she was asleep I decided to help her by downloading the photos from her camera. That’s when I found THESE:

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Who is this kid and why was she allowed to go on the retreat? AND WHY WAS MY MOM SNUGGLING WITH HER?

MOM! YOU’VE GOT SOME SPLAINING TO DO!

I jumped into mom’s bed and smacked her upside her head.

Mom told me the girl’s name is Tinkerbell and she’s a service dog. I have a lot of clothes and I don’t understand why I don’t have one of those red vests. I want one of those vests so that I can go all kinds of places where mere mortal dogs aren’t permitted to go.

My mom said that I would have to go away for a few weeks of intensive training. I’ve had lots of training and I already take care of so many services around here. I do all the scheduling and filing. I check mom’s emails and take care of her correspondence. How much more training do I need?

Mom said we could talk about me becoming a service dog when I learn “stay” and “come.” I know what stay and come mean. I just ignore them. I’m a free spirit; a freethinker, a nonconformist and a big furry ball of adventure. I like to do my own thing on my time.

Wait…….Will Uncle Colonel Ranger Robin train me? Oh yippee! I’ll get breakfast in bed at the Pheasant Field Bed & Breakfast and I’ll get to hang out with Aunt Kit and my pal Rehab. How soon can I go mom? Mom? Why are you ignoring me again? Mom?

I just checked; mom’s napping again. And I thought I napped a lot!

I’ll look at the rest of her photos.

OMG! I don’t even want to know what this is. My mom is such an embarrassment.

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You know that my mom is not allowed out without adult supervision. Who’s weekend was it to watch her? Auntie T? Uncle Mike? Uncle Jonathan? Can’t a kid go on vacashun without his mom acting all cray cray? (Note to self: No Tibetan singing bowl for mom for Hanukkah.)

Mom just woke up again and said she had a wonderful discussion with one of the Army veterans about military canines. He said that dogs don’t feel emotions like humans do.

Really? He never talked to me. My mom told him to come to our house and tell me about my inability to feel emotions. I feel lots of emotions: deep love, gratitude, compassion and happiness. I’m also capable of feeling boredom, anxiety and spitefulness. I’ve been known to jump onto the table and throw all of my mom’s papers and files on the floor. (That’s called filing.) Sometimes I grab for my treats on the kitchen counter, although recently I end up empty-pawed when I do that. Gee, I ate one whole chicken ONCE and needed emergency surgery and all of a sudden the treats are locked up in Fort Knox. Harumph! And I do lift my leg and tinkle on stuff in the house when mom goes fun places without me.

So who says that I don’t feel emotions? It’s my acting on them that seems to be problematic.

My mom told me she met so many wonderful people at her retreat. There are too many people to mention and mom said you know who you are.

HI EVERYONE! I’M PUGSLEY.

Mom sends a special shout out to a lovely lady named Sarah who came all the way from England to staff the weekend. Wow! That’s really far, isn’t it mom?

Mom, can we drive to Miss Sarah’s house in England one day so that I can meet her? Maybe she’ll take me to see the Queen.

What?

WHY DO YOU ALWAYS MAKE NEW FRIENDS WHO LIVE PLACES WHERE WE CAN’T DRIVE TO VISIT?

First there was Aunt Lisa who lives in Australia, then Miss Anna who lives in both England and Ireland and now Miss Sarah in England. It’s just not fair. Why don’t all of these places connect with roads?

What mom?

I DON’T KNOW ANY GEOPHYSICISTS!

Hey mom, who’s this? Mom said this is Breezy and he’s from Wisconsin. He made sure mom knew that his Packers were trouncing the Eagles. Boo Breezy Boo!

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Mom wanted to hear all about my vacashun.

I love my resort. I get to play with all the other kids, sunbathe, and I get so much attention from the resort concierges. I’m glad I’m a pug. All the ladies who work there crush on me and whenever it’s my nap time, they sneak into my suite for snuggles. Miss Linda came to my suite to play.

Here I am hanging out in my bed.

 Hi Miss Linda. Is it time for my group play now?

Here I am investigating Miss Linda’s phone.

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And here I am with Miss Linda.

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Hey, where did you go Miss Linda? You cut yourself out of the picture. I can come back and teach you how to take selfies so that you’re in the picture with me.

Mom asked why I’m allowed to snuggle with other ladies and she can’t snuggle with other kids.

BECAUSE I’M PUGLSEY, THAT’S WHY!

MY WORLD – MY RULES!!!

And so you know, I don’t let just anybody into my world. You have to be pretty darn special.

So on this Thanksgiving Eve, mom and I are thankful for all the special, loving, magnificent people in our lives. Enjoy your Thanksgiving Day with your friends, family and football. May all your teams win (except you Cowboy fans. Sorry Aunt Teresa that means you!) GO EAGLES!

Cheerio, Pugsley

Mom, I’m learning proper English. Now can we go to visit Miss Sarah and Queen Elizabeth? May I ride on the London Eye? I want to see Big Ben too.

Mom?

Hey mom?

Where did you go?

Is there someplace near us where I can take polo lessons?

I’ll need a pony!

Mom? Moooooooooom………………….

Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia………

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!!!

FYI:

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

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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!

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                                         Waiting for the Great Pumpkin