Many lifetimes ago, when I lived out on the East Coast, I learned not to get too excited about the official arrival of Spring. Sure, the longer hours of daylight are something to celebrate (in a BIG way), but there was always some sort of sneak attack by Old Man Winter that you had to be on guard for. The last snowstorm in June was usually the point where you could really let your guard down.
This doesn’t, of course, mean that I appreciate the snow and sleet and general grey that’s happening outside right now, though.
The Pug knows what’s up out there, and she won’t even get out of bed anymore….
Getting her harness on when she’s in this mood pretty much involves magic and slight of hand…
…but somehow, it happens.
And thank dog she’s only 14 pounds, because – yes – I do have to carry her limp, passively resistant self outside.
Time to pick up The Great Resisto and head outside.
Wish us luck!
Lola’s passive protest reached new levels of limp today, and when we got outside, I could see why. It was crappier than I had even guessed. But, with some encouragement, the pees and poops were quick and efficient, and I think that I’m going to change Lola’s name to Gandhi. …but no hunger strikes, of course. She IS a pug, after all.
All of the “escaping to not-so-warmer climes” traveling that we have been doing recently has left Lola Pug and I a little bit worn out, so what better way to recharge than to hang out for a few days at home, and have family and friends over to visit.
The mood is, needless to say, casual and relaxed – VERY relaxed – at Casa Lola these days….
You met little Frankie a while back, when his now angel-sister, Bradie, had eye surgery. (nice tongue there, mister!)
But what of family?
Well, we are lucky to have LP’s big sister, Nelly, here with us for a few days.
And lest you think she felt left out of Lola Pug and Frankie’s little lap-fest, I can assure you, she didn’t…
Always a happy girl, that Nelly.
And with a little bit more sofa snoozing under our belts, we should be ready for some serious adventuring.
Or maybe some more naps!
I always laugh (out loud) when people ask me what pugs “were bred to do”.
Among the MANY kinds of dogs in the world, we have herding dogs, scenthounds, sighthounds, guard dogs, retrieving dogs … so many dogs with so many amazing abilities.
Pugs, along with a few other fabulous breeds, were bred pretty much solely to be little companions and to keep their human’s lap warm. Yup. Lap dogs.
Lola Pug does her ancient breed proud. If I’m going to be honest, she shows traits of all of the above mentioned dogs, but she is most at home when on her mama’s lap.
So much at home, in fact, that we have taken to calling her “The Loaf” when she gets into Ultimate Lap Mode.
I present the Evolution of the Loaf….
Preparing for the Loaf Pan
Into the Loaf Pan
I don’t know why being aerodynamic plays such a huge role in her pug loaf pan comfort, but it’s all about what makes her happy, right?
Thanks for the impromptu history lesson, Pug. You do the ancient Emperors proud, little one.
How much do I love you
I cannot say
Because I love you more and more
Each and every day
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Here in Canada, the day after Christmas is called Boxing Day, and historical explanation and significance aside, it’s typically a day of big shopping sales and (for me) even bigger relaxation.
Thank GOD we have Roxy here to show us how it’s done…
That’s pretty much what everyone here at Casa Lola looked like yesterday.
Perhaps we can stretch this out a little bit longer….
Yup. We’re still here.
Still stuck in a cone.
It’s hard for LP when she can’t chase balls, lick my face, or play with her friends (they’re all terrified of her cone, so they keep a good distance from her, poor bean).
Heck, she can’t even eat or drink water without my lifting the bowl up for her.
But perhaps this time of rest and contemplation is good for her puggie soul, because, really, she is a lucky little girl.
I like to think that she’s using her extra energy to heal her eye, but I rather suspect she’s actually carefully plotting out how she’s going to wreak havoc when she’s finally cone-free again.
Keep healing, bubbah, keep healing!
Despite The Pug’s insistence that she is Lord and Queen of All that is Me, she is still a pug, and she needs to get out and mix with her brethren every now and then.
Fortunately, one of our (human) friends is a pug lover who is also a Pugalug Pug Rescue foster mom extraordinaire. When we are *very* lucky, we get to go over and hang with her brood for a couple of hours, and puggie mayhem ensues.
Well. This would be post-mayhem sunbeam time, of course.
Hazel was outnumbered by the black girl pugs this time around, but give that girl a sunbeam, and she doesn’t care one whit.
And who are the other two gorgeous girls sitting with Lola Pug?
More on them in the next post….
Just in case you forgot it was Friday afternoon, Nelly would like to remind you that you should be thinking about leaving work RIGHT NOW, and heading to that special summer place. The cottage, your hammock, the back porch, that park with all the squirrels in it….
Even if you don’t have a cottage to go to, or a fridge full of frosty drinks to dive into, stay cool and get some chill time to relax.
Nelly told you to.
And you *don’t* want to disappoint Nelly.