Category Archives: It. Is. Time.

Little Miss Earlybird

I think that a certain *someone* has been hoping that the early bird isn’t the only one who gets the worm, because the Little Miss has been waking me up at positively ungodly hours recently with her kibble demands.


Just in case something was wrong, and she didn’t feel well (she was being remarkably persistent), I took her outside, where she snuffled and huffled and had a decent, little bio-break.

…at 4:30am. In -11 degree weather. In the dark….


Was she put out that I plopped her right back into bed when we came back inside, instead of filling up her breakfast bowl?


I’d say that’s an affirmative.

I had to then spend the next day trying my best to be a fully-functional, intelligent and hard working human being, whereas someone else was able to spend her day recovering from her pre-dawn escapades.


…not that she was rubbing it in my face, or anything.

Honestly, Pug. You’re lucky I love you so much.





Filed under It. Is. Time., Pugs are Weird, The Daily Pug, Weather

It Takes Two, Baby….

On the rare occasion, I am able to ignore the pug’s pleas for attention when I am working.

Knowing that she’s well fed, watered, walked and loved makes me able to better focus on my work during the daytime.

But it’s no fair when I get ganged up on.

Game over, human.

Dogs, 1 – Productivity, 0.


Filed under Friends, It. Is. Time.

Pugs and Sea Creatures

Ah, the start of a new year, and while some things change, some things stay the same (and thank goodness for that).

What do we have here?

Is it time for your dinner, pug?

It. Is. Time.

Not to taunt you and your overly sensitive belly, little one, but wanna see who we’re having over for dinner tonight?


She doesn’t really look all that impressed, I think.

...Extreme WTF Close Up...

I’m getting the sense that the pug’s distaste for wet things extends to creatures who live in wet places. …unless they are placed in kibble-format in her dinner bowl, of course.

Or maybe she’s telling us that fish are friends, not food.

Okay. We give. Tasty kibble it shall be.

Well – a belated Happy New Year to everyone, and we’re looking forward to a new year with new adventures ahead!


Filed under It. Is. Time., Special Days

My Pug is Vigilant

I’m pretty sure The Pug expends more energy during The Dinner Vigil than in agility class and puggie-friend-wrestling, combined.

She sits.



For a very long time.

For as long as it takes to break me down.

It’s so creepy.

I bet I’m not afraid of scary movies anymore.


Filed under It. Is. Time., Pugs are Weird

It. Is. Time.

Just in case you thought I was kidding…

The Vigil (aka It’s Dinnertime, Human) will take place in any house, under any circumstance, at the same time pretty much every day, as dictated by the infallible Puggie Mean Time Internal Atomic Kibble Clock.

The pug is a freak.

A deadly serious freak.


Filed under It. Is. Time., Pugs are Weird