The Pug and I are doing our darndest to try run away from Old Man Winter this year, and although we have chosen some *usually* reliable spots to escape to, we still haven’t really seen the sun very much.
But all is not lost. At least Lola Pug still gets to experience the thrill of having sand, not snow, in between her tootsies…
…and she loves having a non-arctic, ocean wind in her ears…
…not to mention the smells and the new pee spots and the new buddies that she meets whenever we travel.
But this sunny day was one of only a couple that we seem to have been granted on this particular escape.
As for the eternal rain that we’re now looking at … we’ll find a way around it. Or we’ll just hunker down and become couch potatoes. Again.
Oh, Springtime, we are soooo ready for you!
When Lola Pug came into my life all those years ago, she had the great fortune to have a built-in pug family in the form of Montgomery and Grace.
…well, I never said that it was a *functional* family, did I?
Darling Gracie aside, Lola Pug became very attached to Monty, and even as he aged into his “Crabby” stage, she loved him dearly. It’s easy to see why…
Even to this day, years after Monty left for the Bridge, the mere mention of his name makes Lola Pug’s ears perk up. She’d love nothing more than to have him strut through the door again and crank at her.
And considering how their very first meeting went when she was only a few months old, that still surprises me somewhat….
Let it never be said that pugs can’t talk.
Love to you up there Mr. Monty, and thank you for guiding my little one through her first years.
Now – onto our summer adventures!
One of the best things about blogging Lola Pug’s adventures is that we get to meet some really fantastic people from all over the world.
We have already become real-life friends with Winston and his people, and now we can add the wonderful Christy and Tim – Angel Pug Payton‘s people – to that list.
With a bit of planning and some good luck, we were able to meet up with them all last week for a private people/pug meetup…
Lola Pug, Christy and Winston
Okay. So Lola wasn’t too impressed, but her indifference merely cemented our suspicions that Lola and Payton were, indeed, soul sisters. And Christy and Tim are as lovely in real life as they are online.
I had to get a photo of Christy’s uber-sweet tribute to Pugnacious P.
Needless to say, the pugs weren’t overly impressed by our standing around and endlessly gabbing away. By the end of our visit that day, Lola was tired, so I asked if she could share a ride with Winston in his stroller.
Now, Winston is a gentleman, but I wasn’t sure how Lola would react to sharing such tight quarters with another pug…
…and the concern was clearly all for naught.
We left our meet up with full hearts, and a little gift from Payton… but that is a whole other post unto itself….
Dogs and cottages are a pre-tty cool combination.
This past weekend, The Pug and I went visiting, and there were activities galore.
Lola’s buddies, Trigger and Tilly, adore cottage living and all of the stick-chasing, lake swimming and dirt rolling that comes along with it. And when Uncle Jim introduced them to the new game of “Splashy Face”, the fun just got amplified – for canines AND their people (“Splashy Face” went on for HOURS, people, HOURS!)….
And The Pug?
Well. You must already have figured out that she is not a “dog”, per se.
So what was she doing in the midst all of this frivolity?
…calling her lawyer, of course.
Requirements for long summer weekends in this household are: family, friends, cottaging and RELAXING!
Well. And beer. But that’s for people, not pugs.
From ours to yours, Happy Canada Day!
Celebrating in style, ladies. As always.
With all of the sadness and loss over the past week – first Payton, and then little Rocco – we have been particularly smoochy on The Pug recently.
Okay. I’m the one who’s been super smoochy. Downright clingy, in fact.
The Man and I have spent the past few days doing a tiny bit of slacking on the work front, and going on little adventures based entirely on HRH’s favourite activities.
Spoiling her rotten? You bet.
Don’t forget to hug your pug. Today, and every day. A lot.
And by “Pug”, I mean anyone who means the world to you.
This pug-free post is courtesy of Madame’s abhorrence of all things water and rowdy-dog related.
In her place, Trigger the Bichon Frise demonstrates how to dry oneself after an autumnal dip in the lake.
But no drying session is complete without *completely* soaking a nearby human, right?
I’m starting to appreciate Lola Pug’s dry nature more and more.
Dogs and cottages.
Can you think of a happier combination?
There are LAKES to SWIM in… and STICKS to retrieve…
…HOLES to DIG!…
…and STICKS to TUG with your FRIENDS!
Or… If you are a pug…
…you can watch it all, reluctant, disgusted and confused, by the sidelines.
She wouldn’t even come onto the beach, she was so horrified by the “dogginess” that was taking place below.
One of the benefits of being a “pug person” is that folks already think you’re kind of cracked, so I say … why not go all the way?
In an effort to appease the weather gods into prolonging summer, we decided to have our version of a luau – Canadian-style.
The Pug, of course, was the star (as she always is)….
Luaus apparently aren’t really The Pug’s thing, so we were happy that she decided to come out and join us. Perhaps disappointed at the lack of poi and roast pig, though, Lola participated by glaring at us as she attempted to nap.
Despite having fun (well – the humans did, at least), I think that we succeeded in actually pissing the weather gods off, because the weather has been kind of crap ever since.
Or perhaps the pug has higher connections than I thought….