We often have our Pug (and Golden Retriever) family come to visit us at Casa Lola, and this week, we are playing host to one of Lola Pug’s best buddies, the lovely and delightful Miss Merryweather.
It usually takes a few days for our guests (and us) to settle into a routine that works for everyone, but Merry has fit in with our daily life pretty quickly.
She even helps me when I sit down to get to work…
…yup… there is space for me somewhere on this chair…
…if I could just squeeze in a little bit more, Miss Merry…
…that’s about right.
Nothing like starting a Wednesday with a great big smile on my face.
Oh. And you can stay here forever, little one. Just so you know.
Going for walks in new locales means I have to keep my eyes open extra wide for things that might be Bad for The Pug.
Dead animals, wayward poop, litter, dropped food, and … stickums?
I often think that Lola looks a bit like a baby seal – not only because of her big, liquid eyes, but also because of her sleek, black coat that has – up to now – managed to repel most fauna that seeks to attach itself to her.
…not so the “stickums”.
I have no clue what these are, but they stuck to MY skin, too!
Legs, footpads, chin wattles, lips – even her NAILS! These suckers were stuck on with little hooks AND with sticky outer layers.
Not so good for your beautiful baby seal eyes, Bean, so until I figure out where these come from, your roadside snuffling is curtailed.
Being cruel to be kind comes with being a good mama, I guess.
It’s been a pretty green winter for us so far this year, and that’s suited Her Royal Pugness just fine, but we got a big old dump of snow the other day, and I simply couldn’t resist going for a walk in all of the wintery gorgeousness.
Alas, when one has two pugs who pretty much have opposite personalities, the term “walk” takes on an entirely new meaning.
Thank goodness they’re small beasts, ’cause I was not in the mood (nor will I ever be) to be drawn and quartered, thank you very much.
Roxy had no issues diving through snowbanks, exploring buried smells and generally romping in the gorgeous winter wonderland.
Lola Pug, however, had slightly different feelings….
I guess, for some creatures, no amount of fashionable cold weather gear can make up for the fact that it is … you know … winter.
Sometimes I have to feel like a terrible pug mum in order to be an awesome pug mum, and this past week has certainly been *filled* with those moments.
There is what we hope is a rapidly healing eyeball under there, so paws crossed we’ll be cone-free by the new year.
Oh, you pugs and your eyeballs….
Adventures sometimes mean mishaps – and thank goodness this little mishap was, indeed, little.
This time around, the injury was large enough that The Pug needed some TLC, but small enough that I could handle it, myself.
My bandage-wrapping skills leave much to be desired, so I’m thinking the “shame” part of this wee healing sock belongs to me.
…I think The Pug agrees with me.
The abrasion has since healed (almost), the pug has more or less stopped licking and limping, and all will soon be right with the world again.
I guess it’s only fair that while we eat picnic sushi, the pug has a little snack from the bountiful salad bar that is the lawn, yes?
Hey, sweetie – you got a little something … just there … right there …
With a few notable exceptions (onions, tomato greens, grapes and raisins, for example), fruits and vegetables are great for dogs.
One of Lola’s best friends prefers snow peas to just about anything else, and another buddy is completely crazy for carrots. Teething puppies often get relief from frozen carrots. A clever and nutritious teething ring, of sorts.
Lola, being the sensitive-bellied creature that she is, only gets her veggies in stuffy format…but that doesn’t seem to phase her.
She’s holding onto it with the power of her formidable lips, alone, I tell you.
Fumtimes my wips get pppftuck on my teeph, and pipple waff at me.
I don’t even know where else to go with this one.
She cracks me up.
The pug would like to wish you and yours a Happy Easter.
…well…I’ll pretend that’s what she’s thinking.
Why shred it when you can EAT it?
…even though those are actually my much-needed work notes, sweetie, your enthusiasm is charming.
Do you smell a business opportunity?