I’m One Pooped Pug

Hey civilians. Today was my first day of basic training. I did well and liked it. No one told me I would have to work so hard though. Our maneuvers were pretty, well, basic, so far. How many times can one kid come and sit? I got a little bored with the repetition and went to play near a tree. My Drill Sergeant, Joe Goch, commanded me to “Drop and Give Him Twenty.” Twenty what? I don’t even know what that means. Thank goodness it didn’t mean sit-ups. I’d still be there.

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It’s true what they say – women love a man in uniform. Two women walked by our training area and stopped to admire me. I even got a little pat on the head. Imagine if I had been wearing my camo sneakers that my mom refused to buy me……hearts would have been broken today.

After training I packed my gear and headed toward the barracks. IMG_2079What did I tell you???? Postage stamp size. There’s no way George Washington slept here. After I brought in my gear: my water bowl, treats, a bone, my new collar and leash, my old collar and leash and my dog tags, there wasn’t room for me and I’m a little guy. George had a good six feet on me easy. Maybe he slept with his feet hanging out the door.

After I unpacked, I was chauffeured to see the psychologist. I wasn’t in the seat five minutes before I was snoring.

When we got there, it turned out that the psychologist was my email buddy, my Tio Jonathan Cohen (J.C.). He’s a dear friend of mom’s and even though we had never met, he follows my blog and emails me a lot to check on mom and me. I got to see the temple, crystal garden and the water sanctuary honoring the Divine Feminine that he and Shari built on their property. I told J.C. that all feminines are divine in my humble opinion. Hahahahaha snort. Feminines. Hahahahaha. I crack myself up sometimes.

We had such a good time bonding. Yesterday was Tio J.C.’s birthday and I was his present. If he was analyzing me, he might say that was an awfully narcissistic thing to say. Guess what? I DON’T CARE! Snort! He gave me an ear rub, and treats, and played with me, and told me I was a sweet being with a big heart, and he told me I’m intelligent……and I in turn crawled onto his lap and gave him lots of pug kisses.

That's a whole lotta tongue for a first meeting!

That’s a whole lotta tongue for a first meeting!

Don’t tell him I said this, but I don’t do that with just anybody. Only special people get my pug kisses – well only my mom really. And don’t tell my Drill Sergeant Joe that I said that. You know what the Army does to mama’s boys! Besides, pugs are a bit standoffish and I have a reputation to uphold.

So after playtime with J.C., I got back in the jeep and fell asleep again. I had been tired since training and didn’t run and explore much at Tio’s house. Frankly, I was on my best behavior because I know how psychologists analyze body language. I didn’t roll on the grass, lie down or paw at his arm when he stopped petting me. I woke up halfway home and started shrieking. Then I discovered my bone and went to town with it. Before I knew it I scrunched onto my cot safe and sound, resting for tomorrow’s training.

Out, Pugsley

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They Call Me Private Pugsley

Hey friends. Everybody wants to be like me. I feel like the Pied Piper of the canine world. I know you all read about my surgery in February. Well, mom and I found out that Dr. Avery’s dog did the same thing I did…ate a chicken and had to have emergency surgery. Jeesh, talk about do as I say and not as I do. And my friend Molly ate a sock. Really Molly? A sock? That’s not even food! Thank goodness Molly didn’t need surgery and all I know is that I wouldn’t want to be on scooper duty when Molly pooped out the sock!

I ended up back at the doctor’s office a few weeks ago. Mom had her energy bars locked up in one of those big plastic tubs with the latches on them to lock the lids. They’re for amateurs. I unlatched the tub and dove my way through the boxes. I loved the chocolate mint bars. They were so cool and minty even at the velocity at which I scarfed them. Next I found the chocolate coconut box. I’m not a fan of coconut I realized so I only ate one of those. And then….jackpot….I spotted the chocolate caramel nut box and tore my way through it. I would have been home free if I would have thrown out the wrappers, but I left the evidence on the floor along with a bunch of crumbs. Busted again!

Mom tried in vain to make me bring them up. Mom, sticking your finger down a kid’s throat only works on REAL kids. DUH! Next she tried to get me to swallow some hydrogen peroxide. Damn that stuff is nasty. It didn’t have the desired outcome, but my mouth foamed a little. The next thing I knew we were on the way to my doctor’s office. The nurse took me right back to the exam room. Oh hell that was horrible. I don’t know what the doctor gave me, but let’s just say I’ll never be bulimic. Thirty minutes later I was back in the waiting room and I collapsed on the floor in a big furry lump of exhaustion. The doctor told mom that I would be fine and that she and the nurses were discussing how I was the best looking pug they’ve seen in a long time. They should see me when I’m not retching! Not such a handsome sight. I thought my liver was gonna come up too. And just so you know, the mint bars weren’t so cool and minty on the way up.

I was resting for a few minutes and making googly eyes at a little Bichon named Chloe and heaved again. Damn. All the kids and their parents thought it was hysterical and laughed at me, especially those feline kids. They were doubled over and slapping their knees. Some had tears streaming down their cheeks from laughing so hard. Chloe turned away in disgust. The shame of it all…..so much for being my usual stud muffin self. What’s the point of hanging out at the vet’s office if you’re not going to get any dates? I was totally embarrassed so I tugged on mom and we made a quick getaway.

Remember when you were my age and you knew you were in a whole lot of trouble when your mom used all your names when she called you? Well, I got a very loud Pugsley Jay Gold a few weeks ago. After all the food incidents and emergency trips to the doctor, I apparently went a little too far and crossed “the line.” Mom went out one day for a short while and I was angry that she wasn’t home playing with me so I tinkled on her pillow. That’s when I got the Pugsley Jay Gold bellow. Mom knows I have separation anxiety, but she totally wasn’t in the mood for my sad eyes, especially because she knew it was no accident. The next thing I know, I’m in the Army. I report to boot camp Thursday at Valley Forge National Historical Park. I didn’t realize the barracks were operational since they hadn’t been used in 235 years. I must be special. Living in a log cabin the size of a postage stamp may not be so bad.

My CO is Joe Goch of Off Leash K9 Training. Joe trains canine search and rescue STARS as well as IED detector dogs. The only thing I want to search and rescue is my kibble and maybe a bone or two. I am sooooo not going to Afghanistan. I don’t do well in the heat as I’ve told you all repeatedly. Aunt Jody recommended Joe because Princess, her rescue Pit Bull, enlisted a few weeks ago and since she’s so well behaved now, she was adopted yesterday and has a forever home. I already have a forever home! Mom told me that no way am I being put up for adoption again, but since other trainers haven’t been able to break me of my bad habits, it’s the Army’s turn to put some discipline in my life. First they break you and then they mold you their way. I’ve seen enough war movies to know the drill (no pun intended). Since I have such big lips I’m going to volunteer for reveille duty before they assign me to the latrines.

I’m not sure what I have to bring with me so I was looking online and found these cool camo sneakers. They’re a total bargain at $55. Mom said with shipping and handling they’ll cost about $15 per paw and no way am I getting her credit card. camo_sneakers

Well, when you put it that way mom…….Just wait until I start dividing the cost of her shoes per foot!

So I’ll let you all know what happens with my training. I think I also have an appointment with the base psychologist too that day. I’ll probably have to lie on a sofa and talk about my mom. She’s so going to regret not buying me my sneakers!

Hooah, Pvt. Pugsley