Whiskey Tango Foxtrot???



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?


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.


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.



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?


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!


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.



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.


Hey mom?

Where did you go?

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

I’ll need a pony!

Mom? Moooooooooom………………….


Hi friends. It’s my favorite time of year – Halloween! Mom was staffing another Vets Journey Home weekend. Another six servicemen and women are on their way to finding emotional peace and healing from their service. I love that mom does this volunteer work. It also gave me the opportunity to go to my favorite vacation spot Family Pet Resort. In the summer I go to camp there. I guess you could say I went to boarding school this time.

Saturday was the big Halloween costume party. Many of you heard mom say that she sent me with my costume that we kept very secret until I revealed it. All I’m saying is GUESS WHO WON FIRST PRIZE??????

I guess you all know by now that I’m a pug. In addition to being extremely cute and cuddly, we also resemble a famous movie star from the 80s. Remember when Gertie dressed ET as her doll so her mom wouldn’t find out about him? In case you forgot, here he is: 650height-55052_Series_1_Dress_Up_E_T_ (493x650)

Pugsley Halloween 2013

My costume didn’t exactly turn out as planned. I updated it with some funky blue streaks in my hair. Mom says I look more like ET meets the Bride of Frankenstein. I’m sitting in the pumpkin patch waiting for the Great Pumpkin to bring toys to all the good boys and girls. Hey look – there’s Linus.

I don’t care that I don’t look exactly like ET. My dress is so much prettier than his. You can’t see it because my hair is covering it. Here’s a closeup. I’m very comfortable with my feminine side.


And here I am with my prize. There’s so much cool stuff in the basket: food, treats, toys, a bowl, cologne….and the best part is that I won two nights in the Deluxe Villa and playtime. The villa is the one with the big bed and flatscreen TV. I’m so happy.

Wow, my prize basket is bigger than I am!

Wow, my prize basket is bigger than I am!

Mom never splurges for the villa. She says I watch too much TV at home. I missed three episodes of Dog With A Blog over the weekend. And speaking of….I had my blog first, mine is funnier and I deserve my own TV show. HEY DISNEY – CHECK OUT MY BLOG!

I love all my teachers at Family Pet Resort. My report card said I was the teacher’s pet. I keep telling mom that I’m secure in my power and it’s much more fun to be in charge than to join in. I excelled at sunbathing and hanging with the humans to watch over the other kids and make sure no one got hurt. We pugs are born to snuggle with two-legged people, not four legged ones.

Mom entered my photo in the Blue Buffalo Halloween contest. Please vote for me here until Halloween and share it on your Facebook and Twitter feeds please.

Well, I gotta go for now. Stay tuned for more about mom’s Vets Journey Home weekend when I can debrief her. I have some ideas of my own that I’d like to share.

Happy Howloween, Pugsley

On the First Two Nights of Hanukkah……..

My mommy gave to me………..

A vacation at Family Pet Resort while she staffed another successful Vets Journey Home weekend.

Veterans group receives honorary citation

Written by  Eric Mayes, Philadelphia Tribune

Friday, 07 December 2012 14:59

City Hall Resolution

Councilman David Oh, left, Gene McMahon, founder of Vets Journey Home; Wanda Pate Dennis, the city’s veteran coordinator; and Lloyd Knight, instructor of the Air Force Junior ROTC at Abraham Lincoln High School participated in a special ceremony recognizing Vets Journey Home.– ABDUL R. SULAYMAN/TRIBUNE CHIEF PHOTOGRAPHER

A group that is sponsoring a weekend retreat designed to help veterans heal the emotional wounds of combat was lauded this week by city council. Vets Journey Home received an honorary citation from council and special recognition from Councilman David Oh.

“To those who come back, to those who do not come back, to those who come back with injuries, do we not all, who have benefitted from the sacrifices of the few, have much to consider, much to give back and much to remember,” said Oh, in remarks as a special ceremony Thursday afternoon at city hall. “They ask for so little.”

Oh presented a citation from the city to the group’s founder Gene McMahon, who thanked council and urged the entire city to stand behind veterans.

“It takes an entire community to help heal the vets,” he said. “It takes a community to welcome them home and welcome them back into their hearts.”

Vets Journey Home is sponsoring a free weekend retreat in Wernersville, Berks County this weekend for eight combat veterans. It will include six veterans from Philadelphia, one from New York and one from Reading. It operates programs in Pennsylvania, Maryland, Wisconsin, Michigan, California and Texas. McMahon explained that the retreats are limited to 10 participants because of the intensive nature of the program. It is specifically tailored to assist returning veterans deal with the emotional scars of combat.

“We provide a safe, nonjudgmental environment, staffed by military and civilian volunteers … where veterans can share their experiences with one another and know they are no alone,” he said.

Society is generally more understanding of veterans with physical wounds but often war leaves invisible scars.

“A lot of vets come back and they’re carrying wounds deep in their heart and deep in their soul,” McMahon said. “They’re having a hard time when they come back. They’re in turmoil.”

That turmoil often leads to behavior that makes resuming a regular life difficult – anger that can lead to fighting, divorce, estrangement from children, family and friends and even trouble with the law.

“They spiral down,” said McMahon, noting that 18 veterans commit suicide every day. “That’s a national tragedy.”

This weekend’s retreat will be capped by a public ceremony at 4 p.m. Dec. 9 at the Jesuit Center chapel, 501 N. Church St., Wernersville, Pa. 19165.

“This is an opportunity for the community to honor and welcome home … these veterans, to truly honor their service,” he said.

In War There Are No Unwounded Soldiers – José Narosky

I was away at camp for a few days while mom volunteered for Vets Journey Home. This national organization is designed to heal the emotional wounds of military combat service and operates in Maryland, Wisconsin, Michigan, Southern California, and Texas. The weekend was held in Pennsylvania for the first time September 28 – 30. Mom is so honored to have been asked to staff the weekend. In fact, she said this was the most rewarding volunteer work she’s ever done and that’s saying something because she does a LOT of volunteer work.

She’s not allowed to share much with me about the weekend since I have a tendency to blog when she’s not looking….like now.  What I can tell you is that this is the first time some of the veterans who participated were able to share their experiences in a safe, nonjudgmental place filled with loving hearts who genuinely wanted to help them heal their wounds from service. Some of them were welcomed home to hostility. Some came home to indifference. Some never even received a “thank you.” These veterans fought so that we could be safe. Mom witnessed a release of the burdens the veterans who participated carried, some of them for more than 40 years. They were wounded when they arrived Friday night. By Sunday afternoon, they smiled….and laughed. They all had beautiful smiles. Mom is still a bit off balance from crying so much so when she picked me up from camp we spent the day snuggling. I got extra belly rubs too!

If anyone knows veterans who came back from service emotionally wounded, I would absolutely recommend they participate in this program. Mom said it was life transforming. There’s another session in December and spots fill up quickly. The program is free of charge for veterans so donations are very much appreciated and welcomed. I’m just putting it out there….

Beetle Bailey’s, Mort Walker’s and My Friend Otto

I would like to do something life transforming so I asked if I could staff the next weekend instead of going to camp. Afterall, if Beetle Bailey’s Sergeant First Class Orville P. Snorkel’s (Sarge) dog Otto can be in the military, certainly I could staff a veterans weekend. Mom said there are some rules. For instance, staff isn’t allowed to wear sandals because of the intensity of the work and movement in the room……..


Nope. No sandals.


Okay, let’s skip that one.



I really loved camp. Did I mention that my report card said I excelled at sunbathing?

So today I am thankful. If not for these brave men and women who served our country, I might not be free to unlock my food bin and have a feeding frenzy or knock over the trash can and strew trash everywhere or have fun pulling mom’s important papers off the table and tearing them to shreds when she’s not home.

I live in the land of the free and the home of the brave because of our military – all of them heroes. Because of them, I am free! I am brave (until mom gets home)!

I am Pugsley!