Christmas and New Years are always a busy time, and it’s a time that Lola Pug and I typically love. I mean – food, friends, family and lots of gifts to wrap and unwrap – what’s not to love?
Now that 2014 has descended, it’s time to start working on those new years resolutions. I think The Pug has a few, and they would pretty much all involve being even more of what her fabulous self is already made of.
Isn’t that so, Pug?
Ah. I see. Still needing a few more days to recover, eh?
Well. We’ve clearly already got the “napping more” resolution aced.
Happy 2014, everyone!
Lots of love and best wishes to our human, canine, feline (and all other) friends. We wish you health, love and lots and lots of very snuggly naps in the year ahead.
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.
The Pug and I live in a part of the world that still does the clock shifting thing twice a year, and this morning, we “gained” an extra hour and got to sleep in a bit.
Personally, I’m not a fan of the time change thing. It always makes me sad to see the day get dark so much earlier, but The Pug…well…any excuse to snooze a little bit longer, y’know?
Honestly. With this little blob of coze in bed every morning, it’s a wonder I ever get up to do anything. Ever.
Happy Sunday, all!
Let me start by saying that The Pug is an early riser, thanks to my work schedule in her puppyhood that had me up and alert waaaaaay before the sun even thought about making an appearance.
Thankfully, this is not the schedule I need to keep these days, but old habits die hard (or just never die), so I often find myself with a relentless, dancing pug on my face at the most inhumane of hours.
Well. To cut to the chase, I decided a few weeks ago that I would get more sleep if I brought her water bowl to bed so that neither of us would have to get up for her post-breakfast morning water break.
Yup. I brought the mountain to Mohammed.
…and now Mohammed has learned that I am the source of All Things Room Service, and I SWEAR she now “boofs” at the bowl beside the bed JUST for the thrill of watching me serve her water on command.
Once again, outwitted by my pug.
I shudder to think what clever thing I’ll teach her next.
I always laugh (out loud) when people ask me what pugs “were bred to do”.
Among the MANY kinds of dogs in the world, we have herding dogs, scenthounds, sighthounds, guard dogs, retrieving dogs … so many dogs with so many amazing abilities.
Pugs, along with a few other fabulous breeds, were bred pretty much solely to be little companions and to keep their human’s lap warm. Yup. Lap dogs.
Lola Pug does her ancient breed proud. If I’m going to be honest, she shows traits of all of the above mentioned dogs, but she is most at home when on her mama’s lap.
So much at home, in fact, that we have taken to calling her “The Loaf” when she gets into Ultimate Lap Mode.
I present the Evolution of the Loaf….
Preparing for the Loaf Pan
Into the Loaf Pan
I don’t know why being aerodynamic plays such a huge role in her pug loaf pan comfort, but it’s all about what makes her happy, right?
Thanks for the impromptu history lesson, Pug. You do the ancient Emperors proud, little one.
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?