The children at Casa Lola all have four legs (if you aren’t counting the human who often acts like a child), and this Mother’s Day, I am very lucky to have the delightful Miss Merryweather staying with us.
Lola and Merry have known each other for about six years now, and they have always been buddies, due, in part, to Miss Merryweather’s unbelievably delightful personality (more on this in an upcoming post).
Unlike Nelly and Roxy, Merry is not *technically* family, but I have long maintained that family is who you choose it to be, and we overwhelmingly and most definitely choose Merry.
…even if we do have to share our beds with her when she comes to visit.
To all the mothers out there with two-legged, four-legged, three-legged!, winged, scaled or angel kids – Happy Mother’s Day.
Despite my intentions to sit on my butt and eat croissants and chocolate as the marathoners passed by our home this morning, I found myself out with The Pug, cheering on the runners in their mad dash to the finish line (which was a long way off for them when they passed by Casa Lola).
I mean, what could be better for morale than seeing a PUG come out to cheer you on?
Ah. Yeah. Maybe not this pug.
She *did* bark at a few runners on our walk back home, so I take that as showing support. …although if I spoke fluent Pug, I would likely have heard something more along the lines of, “What! Are you people INSANE? Go back home and GO BACK TO BED!”
The Pug doesn’t get treats outside of her kibble, thanks to a tumultuous puppyhood that saw me almost lose her not once, but twice, to severe gastro issues.
So birthday cake at Casa Lola must be special, yet still consist only of her kibble.
EASY!
I was evil again, I’m afraid, and made her wait to eat it while I took the photo…
I promised wee Lola that this year for her birthday, my treat to her would be to NOT dress her up in any outfits or costumes.
Well…
…I suck.
And The Pug tells me so at every opportunity.
Alas, the weather is wreaking havoc with us today, as well, and it’s not exactly Pug Perfect…
But have no fear. All is not lost for The Pug.
At Casa Lola, our birthday celebrations go on all week, so there are plenty of happy events in the works that we will be sharing with you in the days ahead.
And that’s a promise I can keep.
Happy Birthday, my little soul. You are my light in the world, wee one.
“The Pineapple Express” sounds pretty great, doesn’t it? It sounds tasty. Sweet. Warm.
Well, it’s NOTHING like it sounds. It’s simply wet. Wetwetwet.
It’s been quite a while since we saw our West Coast pug friends, so we jumped at the chance to go to a pug gathering, despite the weather warnings.
Lucky for us, the Express held off for a bit, so we were able to see our buddies again, and have a rollicking, puggie time.
We met old friends…
…new friends…
…and even our buddy, Dickens, who has just celebrated his 11th birthday….
Being a public park, it wasn’t ALL pugs, of course. I’m a *total* sucker for Basset Hounds, so it was a real treat to meet this tennis ball obsessed girl…sweet lord, I mean LOOK AT HER BAGGY LEGS!
We were really looking forward to seeing Lola’s friend, Winston, again, but the weather wasn’t appropriate for a man of his nature, so he ended up staying at home in his cozy, warm bed.
We were very excited to meet Winston’s new brother, though. Here he comes…
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…
Yup.
That’s pretty much what everyone here at Casa Lola looked like yesterday.
Perhaps we can stretch this out a little bit longer….
When you have pugs and a sense of humour (the two kinda go hand in hand, don’t they?), the Christmas season truly is the season that just keeps on giving.
Lola’s cousin, Roxy, is with us for a little bit while her family travels for the holidays, and I couldn’t be more excited about her visit.
Seeing as Lola Pug didn’t really enjoy her photo with Santa all that much – and Nelly seemed a bit shocked at the whole thing – I decided to enlist Roxy’s help to help us all get into the holiday spirit.
Lola was patient, but somewhat skeptical…
…whereas I think I might have just traumatised Roxy to the point of needing a canine therapist.
Is it the hat, or the suggestion that you might have been naughty, Rox?
Either way. At least the girls are bonded in their (fresh) dread of Christmas at Casa Lola.
Don’t you worry, girls. The gifts are coming up really soon, and you two are going to be spoiled rotten, I promise you.
Pugs are truly the gift in my life that keeps on giving.
