MERRY CHRISTMAS

Oh what a great and glorious day it was. It was "Merry Christmas" and while I'm not sure exactly what it means I do like that phrase because the "Merry Christmas" day was all that every day should be. First thing this morning I went on a car ride. I love the car ride. The car ride went to the old-man and old-lady's house which is always one of my favorite activities. But this time at the old-man and old-lady's they said it was time to open the presents under the tree. This activity is most enjoyable. There were lots of presents for me and my white floofy dog. We would run from person to person, depending on who was opening the present, in the hopes that it was for us. Lo and behold several of them were. There were toys and toys, squeaky ones and ones that make the strange scary sound and chewy ones. And of course there were tasty treats in some of the presents. Now I tried to tell my humans that my dogtor lady said too many treats were bad but it was "Merry Christmas" which I guess means we don't pay attention to that dogtor lady and there were treats everywhere.....so tasty. After a fun filled morning we went back to our own house where I had to take the nap and then the fun started again!!!!!!!!! The old-man and old-lady came to our house this time. They took me and the white floofy dog on the walk so we could make the big boo-boo like good boys. Then it was time for dinner. We had stupid ole stupid kibble but all my humans were cooking meat and cheese and vegetables on a little indoor grill and after I looked real sad they gave me a taste or two, again saying it is that "Merry Christmas". Now I really like that phrase. However, the old-lady started telling me that tomorrow I had to be on the diet. I don't know that word diet but I think the dogtor lady said it too so I'm a little worried. But I'll think about it later because today is the "Merry Christmas" and it's been about the best day ever. Hope yours was too!

HO-HO-HO

Well it's that time of year again. About this time every year my girl dresses me up in somethin' "radicalus" and takes our picture. She says it's for her Christmas card but I mean really......How come I don't get to wear a nice sweater and she has to wear the silly hat and beard? She seems to be forgettin' who is most important. The good part though is normally shortly after I have to take the often humiliating picture I get to open presents that are sitting under a tree in the house....yes I said a tree in the house.......and lots of times some of those presents have tasty treats. So for tasty treats I guess I can suffer through a picture or two with some silly hat.

MY "CONDITION".....

It occurred to me today that maybe I have taken my "skin condition" too far. Some history.......I have a "skin condition". I am always very, very itchy when my humans are around and this necessitates lots of rubbing and itching. In fact I have determined that I should be rubbed, scratched and itched for a minimum of 15 minutes every hour to help with my "condition". However, my humans have other ideas. One was to take me to that doctor lady, the one who banned the great and glorious drive-thru window, and have her check me out. After careful evaluation, skin scraping, and viewing of my skin she made a diagnosis of, "There is nothing wrong with this dogs skin. He just wants attention." Now I am no doctor but that sounds pretty bad to me. I snuggled up against that doctor lady and rubbed my head on her hand to show her what I felt was the appropriate treatment plan. She came through for me and itched behind my ears. She then said I was a mess, so again this "condition" must be pretty bad. So today, when I was once again trying to stress to my humans the need for my treatment I got tossed in the bathtub. This was not the response I was hoping for. I do like the water. I like to drink the water. I like to splash in the water. I like to swim in the water. But I'm not to fond of the bath. All that soap and being clean and having to stand still....well that's just no fun. So I think in the future, maybe so I can avoid all the baths, I will have to cut my treatment back to rubbing, scratching and itching for 15 minutes every two hours.....at a minumum of course.

YARD WORK DAY

Today my humans said we had to go outside and do the yard work. Now I like to go outside. I like to lay in the sun. I like to chew on the stick. I like to roll in the grass. I like to chase the leaf especially when it blows around, but I'm not sure about this yard work. I tried at first to be helpful. I would try to help if a hole needed some diggin' and I would carry a stick or a leaf or any wayward trash from one place to another if that would help, but after a few minutes I kinda just get bored. So I went over to the nice soft grass and decided the best thing I could do is hold down a pile of leaves 'til my human came over to use the big scary machine and suck them all up. I don't understand why we have to do the yard work. I mean in a couple days all the leaves will just be all piled up again and then we have to start all over. I guess that's okay though cause then I can sun myself some more.....oh I mean help with the yard work................

Today has been a boring day. I've just been laying around. This lady here has been working all day. I hate work. It interrupts my play time. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day. I hope so. I just been so bored.

THE OLD-MAN AND OLD-LADY

I just got some wonderful news. The Old-Man (and yes the Old-Lady too) are coming to see me. Now they aren't coming til tomorrow but I'm looking for them already anway 'cause I'm very excited. Let me tell you about my Old-Man and Old-Lady. In human terms I understand they are my great-grandpa and great-grandma but I refer to them as the Old-Man and Old-Lady, lovingly of course. My Old-Man is almost perfect (the only reason he is not is because he doesn't come see me enough which should be at least every day). My Old-Man takes me places (like the banned drive-thru window). He takes me to the park and he takes me on walks. He always brings me a treat or some chicken he cooked for me. He lets me chew on his fingers. He lets me do boo-boo wherever I want and he just pretty much lets me do anything I might want to. He even bought a shiny new SUV and in the back there is a "puggy play area" with a food and water bowl, a nice soft blanket, toys and chewies. It's all so wonderful. Then there is the Old-Lady...........She could do with some improving. She says way too much of things like "No Wonka", "Stop it Wonka", "Don't do that Wonka", "Put that down Wonka"......you get the picture. She also calls me names and says things like "You're fat Wonka" and "You're bad Wonka". I try real hard to like her because sometimes she pets my head and does nice things but she really needs to concentrate better on doing things right. However, I have to say it's nice to have that Old-Lady because if nothing else she is the keeper of the Old-Man!

GUITAR HERO

Now I must admit I have a pretty cushy life. In fact as a whole I am treated with royal pugaliciousness. However, there are still some things that I don't like and areas that could be improved. Some examples, I hate the word "NO". I mean who came up with that?!? I don't like vegetables.....they are just a waste of stomach space. I don't care for balloons, umbrellas or frogs (and in fact I have to run and hide behind my white floofy dog when I see these things). But the one thing that I think is very evil is this thing called Guitar Hero. Let me break this down for you. Last night my girl came home. It all started out right. She petted my head. She scratched behind my ears. She gave my big Buddha belly a good rubbin' and itched my hiney. She even played fetch with my red squeaky shoe. Life was good. Then it all went wrong and I was disgusted. It was Guitar Hero. This Guitar Hero is so bad that not only did my girl quit paying attention to me, but she forgot about perfectly good pepperoni pizza and left it just sitting there on the air hockey table. I have evidence. See the picture. I mean this Guitar Hero should be abolished. I kept staring and staring at that pizza hoping for a piece of tasty pepperoni but no it just sat there. I'm sure you all agree with me. I mean if something, anything makes you forget about pepperoni pizza it has to be bad....no?

PUGFEST PICS

Found these great pics from Pugfest 2008 taken by a nice man who loves us pugs. Thought I would share them here so you can see all my beautiful people. Thank you picture man.

http://www.pugged.com/photos/081025pugfest1/index.html
http://www.pugged.com/photos/081025pugfest2/index.html
http://www.pugged.com/photos/081025pugfest3/index.html

WHEW!!!!

Well that was hard work getting my new blog up and running. Now I'm gonna go snuggle with my human uncle. We like to watch the television at night. Check back often for updates on my pugalicious life. Now that I have my own blog I can share my thoughts and activities with everyone. Isn't life grand!

PUGFEST

This past Saturday I went to Pugfest 2008. Sepra is a great organization that helps out unfortunate puggies who are looking for a new home. I hope they all find great homes where they can be treated like the royal puggies they deserve. Pugfest is Sepra's big fundraiser to get money to take care of these puggies, or so I'm told, but we just think it is a fun time to be with all our people. There are lots of treats and presents there for us puggies. They have lots of contests too where we can show off our fabulousness. This year I entered the "store-bought" division of the costume contest. I was Mr. Pugalupagus. My human grandma and "old lady" bought a baby costume and worked real hard to alter it for my pugness. It must have worked because I won 1st place! Everyone was taking my picture and patting my head and well I do love attention you know.

SUMMER 2008

My girl went to Austria to play softball this Summer so I moved in with my white floofy dog and human family. It's nice here too. I miss my girl but she visits a lot when she is back or sends tasty Austrian sausages to the metal box in the front yard when she is in Europe. (I have to share with white floofy dog which makes me mad!). This house has a giant puddle in the back yard. I'm not allowed to go out there by myself because some silly person said puggies cannot swim. They must be crazy or something cause I swim just fine. Sometimes I just sit in the float with my old man when he comes over. That's fun too.

MY WHITE FLOOFY DOG

This is my doggy brother Yukon. I like to refer to him as "white floofy dog". When I lived in Athens with my human girl he would come and visit me. Now since my girl spends part of her year in Europe playing softball I live with my white floofy dog, my white floofy kitty and my human grandparents and uncle. My girl visits me often and the "old man" (I'm told he is my great-grandpa who lets me do whatever I want to) lives real close too. That's fun.

ME AND MY GIRL

For the next two years I lived in Athens with my girl. She played softball there so I got to go to lots of games. The team even did a Wonka cheer when my girl went up to bat. People were always asking me if I was a bulldog there.......as if! It was nice there. My girl was very busy with school and softball so I spent a lot of time at "doggy daycare" playing with all of my friends. The rest of my human family lived nearby so they visited a lot to take me to the park or I would visit them for the weekend when my girl was away.

I MOVE TO GEORGIA

When I was about four months old I moved to Georgia to be with my human family. This is me on arrival with my human girl Melissa. I did some traveling in those first few months because my girl went to school in Florida and she missed me if I was not with her. Thankfully she transferred to the University of Georgia which was a lot more fun and closer to the rest of my human family. You know, the bigger the human family the more fun and the more treats you get.

MY EARLY YEARS

I was born at a nice little place called Hug-A-Pug Kennels in Arkansas. My mommy Tasha took real good care of me until I went to live with my humans. I'm told I look a lot like my daddy Jake. I understands daddy Jake is quite popular with the ladies.