Wow. Lola and I have been so caught up in our adventures, we’ve been unable to update the blog as much. It’s time to get caught up!
Remember last weekend’s Marine Park meet up? Well – it wasn’t ALL about puppies … although they did kind of hijack the whole “attention to the big pugs” kind of plan.
So, while the people were busy basically ignoring anything that wasn’t a puppy, the other pugs got up to being pugs….
The Chuck-It is *always* a welcome addition to any pug meet up.
The handsome (and very mischievous) Dickens, waiting for his ball.
Lola and her new friend, Bella. Tiny, suspicious, black girl pugs!
Winston being all epic and majestic by the ocean.
Lola and Winston - reunited again.
It was a great surprise to see Lola and Winston *almost touch each other*!
We suspect it had to do with the trauma of the puppies, as they seemed to share similar thoughts on their people fawning over the little ones.
Winston posted some more photos on the horrifying …I mean FUN … event here, on his blog.
Last weekend, Lola was invited to go to an ocean-side romp with a group of her West Coast pug friends.
It promised to be a delightful occasion, and one we were very eager to attend. Seeing a dozen or so happy pugs snorfeling around together is one of the most joyful things a pug person can behold.
The only thing that could conceivably trump it, in terms of sheer delight, is…
…yes. A basket full of TINY BLACK PUG PUPPIES!!!
One of the pug meet up regulars had brought their pug puppies with them for some careful socialisation before they went to their new, forever homes.
I brought The Pug over to meet the wee ones, thinking she might whisper a few words of big-pug wisdom into their ears.
Alas, the love-fest was completely one-sided.
Never one to be misinterpreted, The Pug told me loud and clear what she thought of these puppy shenanigans.
My dear Lola Pug… as tempting an idea as it was, we managed to resist the irresistible, and we did not bring home a little sibling for you.
I just couldn’t take a lifetime of that look from you.
The Pug did have fun, otherwise, though…more to come from the Meet Up in days ahead!
Oh, the life of a jet setting pug.
…catching the last days of summer, wherever we can find it.
Pickles are one of my favourite summertime treats. Sour, slightly bitter and really delicious beside a sandwich.
The pug seems to have got herself INTO a pickle, however, and that’s a bit of a different thing…
…although the “sour and slightly bitter” sure will come into play – even after I wade in there and rescue the little darling.
The pug is very nonchalant about having her photo taken. She’s had a camera stuck in her face since she was about 8 weeks old, though, so I can see her point.
It’s actually becoming quite difficult to get a photo of her that has *any* sort of animation in it at all.
Witness the limited acrobatics I put myself through to get a shot of her….
Not even that will impress her.
Thoroughly bored, no?
This photo was taken, of course, *before* we spotted the bear.
Now THAT would have been an action shot.
There is nothing dreamier than sitting in a garden on a gorgeous, warm spring day, surrounded by flowers and trees and green.
The Pug loves nature, too. One of her favourite warm-weather activities is sitting on the grass in the sunshine.
I know…how does she find the energy? She’s unstoppable, I tell you.
She also loves flowers. She often sniffs them…before she stomps on them. But she was already lying down here…
…I really should have learned from the Easter chickens, no?
I can dress you up, pug….
But are they actually Goth, or are they more … Avril?
Yah, pug. I’m smirking, too.
Guess that means we’re both getting rather long in the tooth.
When we last left our favourite pug, she was in a state of moderate repose, watching the action in the neighbourhood park. The locals seemed to pay her some heed after a short while…
Never one to show her hand early, The Pug waits quietly…patiently…for one to break off from the herd…
Like a cobra lunging at it’s victim, The Pug leaps into action, paralyzing her unsuspecting prey…
…or something like that.
Roxy and Lola had a fabulous time at the park, and made a few, new friends, to boot.
Pugs being pugs, they preferred each other’s company, but one has to make concessions and reach out to the locals, you know?
The weather here has been *gorgeous* recently, and Lola and I have taken full advantage of it. We are lucky to have some very lovely, dog-habituated parks nearby for our longer, early-summer strolls.
Needless to say, The Pug does not pander for friendship of either the canine or human variety. She generally watches other dogs from a respectful distance and waits for them to come to her. But of course. Why should Royalty extend themselves?
And if she waits long enough and looks cute enough (like that’s hard for her), the attention usually, actually, does turn to her. Magnetic to people and dogs alike, she is…
Are you ready, pug?
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