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Sunbeam Pug

Aside from the cooler temperatures, there really isn’t much that The Pug appreciates about winter anymore.

It gets TOO cold for her older little bones to handle, and then add in the slush and the salt and the wind and the tonnes of wet snow, and I have a very grumpy little soul on my hands.


The one thing winter does bring us, however (aside from relief from those 40 degree summer days), is Lola’s beloved sunbeam.

When I see the sunbeam come in the window, I pull out one of Lola’s beds, and position it just so before I call her over to let her know her winter bestie has arrived.


Someone wanted company in the sunbeam the other day, though, and she wouldn’t stay on her bed unless I was there with her, so I picked up my work and…

…well, I’ve had tea in worse places.

I think.


Snooze well, little one. Mama is right here beside you.





Filed under Hello Sunbeam, Weather

November Blues

Up here in Canadianaland, November really offers up little hope or joy to the less hearty souls among us.

The glory and colours of September are behind us, the trailing joys of warmth and beauty that October offers are but a distant memory, and all we really have ahead of us are months of long nights and arctic blasts of wind and sleet. …and perhaps I’m not entirely a winter person.

But if I’m not a winter person, The Pug sure isn’t a winter pug, so we are well-matched.

When it’s blustery and the sky is dark grey, it takes effort to haul ourselves outside for walks.

It’s clearly much more of an effort for some of us, however…


…some of us who try to pretend that we don’t have legs, and so how on earth could we ever move out of our cozy bed…


…some of us who clearly have great powers over the more feeble minds of their resident humans…


I thought I could shame or horrify The Pug into growing some legs by bringing her into the public realm in her bed, but this clearly only proves how much I still have to learn.


There is no willpower greater than that of a cozy pug.

I admitted defeat years ago. It just seemed the safer route to go, really.



Filed under Pugs are Weird, Slothpug, The Daily Pug, Weather

Mama’s Day

The children at Casa Lola all have four legs (if you aren’t counting the human who often acts like a child), and this Mother’s Day, I am very lucky to have the delightful Miss Merryweather staying with us.

Lola and Merry have known each other for about six years now, and they have always been buddies, due, in part, to Miss Merryweather’s unbelievably delightful personality (more on this in an upcoming post).

Unlike Nelly and Roxy, Merry is not *technically* family, but I have long maintained that family is who you choose it to be, and we overwhelmingly and most definitely choose Merry.


…even if we do have to share our beds with her when she comes to visit.

To all the mothers out there with two-legged, four-legged, three-legged!, winged, scaled or angel kids – Happy Mother’s Day.


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The Land Manatee

To say that Misty is an easy house guest is an understatement.

Now, Misty isn’t too well versed in the ways of small dogs, which means that Lola Pug has had to learn to stay out of the “Wag Zone” in order to keep her face in one piece – and my floor duster basically self-destructed when I tried to clean up the perpetual web of Golden Retriever hair – but those are pretty small adjustments for us to make, really.

Not always the most active dog, Misty likes to spend her days doing what older Goldens do best…

…napping on floors…

…napping while getting the Evil Pug Eye…

…napping on beds….

(The Pug got up to have a drink of water, so Misty made her move. I don’t even know how she got onto the bed – it’s as if she simply levitated onto it in her sleep, which actually wouldn’t surprise me.)

Hey. I don’t call her the Land Manatee for nothing.

Food, water, walks and lots of love.

Life sure is Golden, eh?


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Dog with a Schnoz

The Pug is a generally a tolerant host, but she isn’t really an enthusiastic host.

You might remember that Lola Pug has taken issue with Golden Retrievers. I can’t understand exactly why, but when she sees them on the street, and even when I say the words “Golden Retriever”, she flies into a sort of wide-eyed, foaming-mouth sort of rabid fit.

Now, Lola’s lifelong buddy, Tilly, is a GR, and I grew up in a household that still has one GR in it, so this reaction seems to be made up of a whole lot of irrational to me. But what better way to calm the beast of fear than by repeated exposure!

When Lola’s cousin, Misty, came for the weekend, The Pug really wasn’t impressed by this great, golden beast with the big nose and the way mellow attitude, but she put on her game face, and went with it.

In order to help Misty feel more at home, and to help her with her aging and sore hips, we went out and bought her a Golden-sized bed, along with bringing her favourite stuffy toys and food.

As soon as the bed hit the hardwood, Lola made sure Misty knew who the Queen of Casa Lola was. She also sent me the very clear message that I obviously have not been supplying her with enough beds. (More on how many beds HRH actually does have in another post, I think)

Much to my – and likely her – surprise, Misty and Lola are excellent housemates, and we actually ended up keeping our guest here for about a week longer than we had planned. She is, quite simply, a joy and delight to have around. Even Lola doesn’t have (much) of a problem with her being here. She likes her bed, at the very least.

And as Misty goes home, so her bed goes with her.

…or maybe we can keep her here just a little bit longer….

We’re all kind of getting rather used to having this sweet, shaggy beast around.


Filed under Friends, Slothpug

Pug Vacation Redemption. Sort Of.

The lovely folks at the Inn had prepared a big, clean, gorgeously comfortable bed for Lola Pug, as well as a bowl of welcome treats! (which I quickly whisked away, as I had no intention of meeting the finest vet in the city on this trip)

Well, this should make up, in part, for the wet hike, no, Pug?

But we’re not here to look at the inside of the hotel room all day, Pug, regardless of how lovely the interior might be.

The Pug’s memory is remarkably well-developed, and the mention of another walk later that day was not met with much enthusiasm.

No rain – but the “rain torture pose” still held strong….

HRH’s misery was somewhat abated by the thrill of peeing on new and unexplored territory.

Yes. She pees like a boy.

So as the sun started to set at the end of our walk, The Pug’s mood had shifted ever so slightly away from pained and vindictive misery to something resembling a cautious sort of semi-enthusiasm.

…which is about as much as I can expect, I suppose.

So I call this weekend a WIN in my books, and it’s onto planning The Pug’s *next* travel adventure. (because aside from scooping kibble, that’s really what I was put on this planet to do, no?)


Filed under Adventures, Traveling Pug