Monday, May 10, 2010
To say that pugs are guard dogs would be a stretch, however, to say they are of no use in keeping an eye on things would be an understatement. I think the problem is with the word guard. My pugs don't really guard anything. I would imagine they would guard a piece of pumpkin bread with their life, but that would imply that they wouldn't eat it right away and actually have something to guard. But, I digress. Perhaps, a better word is surveillance? My pugs are great surveyors. Because surveillance requires observation, it does not require them to take action. And I would say that observing is a very strong pug quality. They observe me go to the kitchen, they observe me get a blanket out and beat me to the couch.
While most of their observations are made in areas that don't really need observing, I have to say that the pugs do a very good job of letting me know when anyone is around the house. Mailman - check, neighbor's lawn guy - check, delivery man - check. Most of the time, they alert me to routine things, but there have been a few times that they let me know about things we weren't expecting.
Just a few days ago, Henry alerted me in his patented "woo, woo" that there was a cat hanging around our side yard. Which was good, because Cupid does not take too kindly to other felines pawing around her territory.
And the true genius is that pugs have their paws on the pulse around the house and you would never know it. They do all their surveying from the comfort of the couch or a cozy dog bed or a lounge chair by the pool. And they always look strangely disinterested. But maybe that is their modus operandi - make others think they are not paying attention when they really are.
But make no mistake, the pugs are in surveillance and not the guard dog business. Because unless doggie kisses are kryptonite to those with ill will, the pugs would not be of much assistance. But the good news is they would alert the proper authorities and have them take care of it. Delegating, another pug strength.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
A week or two ago we were in Walmart making a quick stop to get milk, when we saw this cute baby toy hanging from an end cap in the baby section. It immediately reminded us of Luna so we plucked it off the display strip and made a mad dash to the checkout with our milk.
We only ever buy stuffed toys for Luna anymore. We used to bring home a stuffed toy for each one of them and the boys would take theirs hold it on their mouth for a second and then drop it and look at us like, "What did you bring me that is edible?"
Luna, on the other hand, still gets excited to get a stuffed toy and plays with them the most. The boys are happy to play with one from the bin from time to time.
The little girl mermaid toy reminded us of Luna because she loves kids. I don't know why, but she just about pulls herself out of her harness if she sees a child when we are out on a walk. She sure as heck didn't get that from me. So, we thought the little girl mermaid with its little pony tails would be a fun toy for her.
Luna was very happy to get her new toy and played with it the entire night. The next day, I noticed the boys were hanging out with the mermaid. At first, they were trying to play it all cool, like, "Well, Luna just left it on the pillow and we just wanted to sit here, ya know?"
But, then I spied Henry playing with it and then just sitting there like this, which I found to be a little disrespectful. Have some manners, Hank!
An then later that day I saw this:
To which Benny replied, "That will teach her to take my puffy!"
Thursday, April 1, 2010
For one week, and one week only, I have a 6 year old pug (Luna), a seven year old pug (Henry) and an 8 year old pug (Benjamin). Then Henry will join his brother and officially become a senior pug. Can you believe the boys are considered seniors now? I sure can't!
Monday, March 29, 2010
On Saturday we had a lot of fun spoiling our new 8 year old. The weather was absolutely gorgeous and the day got off to a slow start so we spent some time outside, in the yard, soaking up the sun and enjoying the weather.
After that I took Benny on a little walk all by himself. I think he really liked that. He loves to walk with the others, but sometimes I think they all enjoy getting to go out by themselves.
Later that day, Benny took a little nap while we went out and hunted for his favorite bone. For some reason, we haven't been able to find them recently. After a couple of stops we finally found them and bought all they had so Benny would have a little stockpile.
We debated on what to have for dinner but then settled on pizza because pizza crust is pretty high up on Benny's favorite treats list. He seemed to like his pizza crust and after about an hour we gave him his favorite peanut butter bone that he hasn't had in about 6 months or more (Henry & Luna also got a peanut butter bone to chew). This made him really excited and he chewed for the rest of the night.
Needless to say, by about 10 PM we had one tired pug on our hands.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Today Benjamin turns 8 years old and we realized that there are conveniently 8 letters in Benny's name. So what could be more fitting than a look back at Baby Benny over the years using each letter of his name.
B for Baby: He will always be our Baby Benny.
E for Eats Everything: It's year 2 and Benjamin is still very fond of mulch, rocks and lots of other things that are not good for him.
N for Never Ending Energy: In year 3 we thought some of Benny's puppy energy would have faded by now, but he is still going strong.
J for Just Curious: In year 4 Benny finally started to calm down a bit but he was still curious about everything.
A for Awesome: Sure Benny has always been awesome, but by the time he was 5 he blossomed into his quirky, lovable self.
M for Mr. Manner: At 6 years old, Benjamin became quite the mannerly gentleman. Not sure how it happened, but I'll take it.
I for In Love with Puffy: Even after 7 years Benny is still inseparable from his puffy.
N for Next Adventure: At 8 Benny is ready for his next adventure.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
To me those bags of mulch represent a lot of work. To Benny, it is the most massive pile of treats ever!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Comfort food. That is what this last week has been about for people and pugs alike.
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