At Casa Lola, we have deliberately been avoiding the 2014 winter Olympics coverage, but I confess that our resolve kinda flies out the window when it comes to hockey.
Not only is Olympic hockey the *best* hockey to watch, in our opinion, but it really is THE sport to watch at our house. I mean – we ARE Canadian!
You getting ready for the game, Pug?
Once the action starts, Lola Pug gets very serious.
And just in case you thought I was kidding about how deeply invested she gets in the game…
So I don’t need to tell you what we’re up to this morning.
With our formidable and truly awesome women’s team holding gold medals, we’re all set to cheer on our men as they do their best to play like the girls today.
The whole country – and a little black pug and her bleary eyed mama – are all rooting for our hockey boys today.
GO, TEAM CANADA!
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.
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.
Despite The Pug’s innate aversion to water and rowdiness, she loves to hang with her friends.
Tilly the Golden (who made her Lola Pug debut earlier this year) and Trigger the Bichon are two such friends. They are trouble with each other, but they respect Lola’s need for quiet lap time, and they don’t seem to be bothered by her disdain at their mucky, dog activities.
And every so often, I catch a quiet moment that has all three friends in the moment with each other….
Something tells me a duck has been spotted.
Your blood may be royal, but you can’t escape your inner dog, little pug.
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.