Monday, February 21, 2011
Saturday was gorgeous pug weather and we decided to spend the day at the beach. A lot of other people thought Saturday was a great beach day too because the beach was very crowded. There were people, dogs & kids everywhere.
We walked along the beach for a while before we found a spot to setup camp. We setup the blankets and within a few minutes the pugs had sand all over the blankets. Just they way they like them! But, you can't expect to go to the beach and not get sandy. Especially, when you have 3 pugs in tow.
A lot of dogs stopped to say hello as they passed our camp on the beach. To my surprise, I even managed to catch a dog playing fetch in the background of Benny's picture.
Henry was in need of a pair of shades because he was squinting in every picture I snapped of him.
The pugs did a lot of running around before they were finally ready to settle and take in the sights from their blankets. We were even lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the DirectTV blimp passing in front of the lighthouse.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Benjamin's 9th birthday is sneaking up on him and so is the gray. I think it makes him look more distinguished. He thinks it makes him look like he needs a treat.
Have a wonderful weekend!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The pugs are allowed to sleep with us at night, which is generally fine, but two of the pugs are serious bed hogs. We try to encourage the pugs to sleep in the same direction that we do (parallel to us), but Henry & Luna prefer to sleep perpendicular to us.
When we go to bed, things start out OK, but as the night goes on Henry & Luna switch into perpendicular sleeping mode and the next thing you know we are hanging off the side of the bed and the pugs have all sorts of open space in the middle of the bed.
You can switch the pugs back into parallel mode, but after a few hours they are right back into perpendicular sleeping mode and we are clinging to the bed again.
How a little pug can push you out of the bed is beyond me but they manage to do it every night.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
In our house, if you unscrew the lid of the peanut butter jar, 3 pugs will magically appear at your feet. They love, love, love peanut butter and while we give them a kong stuffed with peanut butter from time to time, they certainly don't get one every time someone removes the lid to the peanut butter.
The other night, I opened the peanut butter and the pugs were instantly looking up at me, pleading for a kong. I was in a bit of a rush, so I didn't really have time to dig the kongs out and stuff each one with peanut butter. So, I took a paper plate, cut it into 3 pieces and put a clump of peanut butter on the plates and let the pugs have at it.
At first they were chasing the peanut butter plates all over the place and then Henry had the bright idea to stand on his plate so it would stop moving. I remarked that Henry is the only smart one in the bunch and we laughed as Benjamin & Luna were getting their fair share of exercise while Henry was standing still and gobbling up his peanut butter.
A few minutes later we look over and see that Henry has finished his peanut butter and is now eating his paper plate. Yup, so much for Henry being the smart one of the bunch.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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Monday, February 14, 2011
Eleven years ago today, we adopted Cupid from a local shelter. But, Cupid wasn't the cat we were supposed to adopt.
We had put in an adoption application for a different cat, but for reason's I can't remember that cat had a 3 day hold on it. So, we made sure we went to visit our soon to be cat everyday until we could bring her home. The first day we visited our potential kitty, the cat did nothing but hiss at us. This was odd because the day before the cat was perfectly nice to us. We chalked it up as a fluke and told her we would come back to visit the next day, which just happened to be Valentine's Day.
We returned the next day as promised and again the "almost ours" kitty had no love for us. She hissed and wanted nothing to do with us. We were starting to take it personally now and having doubts about adopting a kitty that clearly did not like us.
Dejected, we took a quick trip around the cat room and that is when we saw a cat rubbing up against the door of her crate. We stopped to say hello and a shelter volunteer quickly came over and asked if we wanted to hold the cat. We said yes, and Vanilla, which was the cat's pound given name, was quickly in our arms. She wasted no time flipping herself on her back and showing us her white belly.
For about 20 minutes the cat laid flat on her back, purring and kneading and drooling. Yes, drooling. Needless to say we were smitten.
The volunteer explained to us that Vanilla came to the shelter earlier that morning. A young couple brought her and her much older sister to the shelter because they just had a baby and Vanilla would not stay out of the baby's crib. The older cat that Vanilla came in with was not doing so well adjusting to her new surroundings, so the shelter staff called the young family and they returned to pick her up and bring her back home. After all, the older cat was not causing trouble with their baby. They wanted to be able to bring Vanilla back home, but they had to put their baby first.
We explained to the shelter staff, that we had an adoption application pending on a different cat that had done nothing but hiss at us since we signed our intent to adopt papers. The volunteer asked which cat and took a quick look at her files. She explained that the cat we had an adoption application on also had two backup adoption applications. So, if we chose not to adopt her, two other families were waiting in the wings.
We looked at each other, and within minutes we were filling out an adoption application for Vanilla.
As lovable as she is and given the fact that we adopted her on Valentine's Day we thought it was only proper to rename Vanilla to Cupid. After all, she used her charms to get herself sprung from the pound in less than 10 hours.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Yesterday morning, when I got up to feed the dogs, I could hear the rain beating down on the roof. I knew in about 5 minutes, after the pugs finished scarfing down their breakfast, they weren't going to be happy campers.
The morning routine is that after they finish eating, the pugs let themselves out through the doggie door and go potty in the yard. They promptly return to bed after that.
As I stumbled around still bleary eyed, I heard Benjamin go out through the doggie door. Less than one second later, he came right back in. He stood there looking around, weighing his options. Could he hold it and go right back to bed? Probably not, because just knowing that it is raining outside makes Benny have to go potty. Would I allow him to pee through the screen from the cover of the lanai? That was a risky move because he knows how I feel about the boys peeing on the screens.
So, I told him we would do our summer thunderstorm potty trick. I would take him out front and he could go potty on some flowers by the front door while remaining under cover. Except that it is not summer and the flowers that the pugs normally potty on have all but shriveled up and died because of the cold winter weather.
Knowing what he is supposed to do, but not having the flowers he likes to pee on, Benjamin is pacing. Finally he gets up the courage to sprint out to one of the flowers, go potty real quick and sprint back. I open the door and he runs as fast as he can back to bed.
Seeing the ordeal that Benjamin just had, Luna decides that she can hold it and promptly goes back to bed. I know she can, so I let her go back to bed without going potty.
Henry, on the other hand, proceeds out the doggie door, business as usual. He may or may not even notice that it is raining. Either way, it doesn't matter, because he doesn't care. He is his usual dawdling self. He eventually, comes back in, very wet from his time in the yard and hops back into bed. I encourage him to lay next to Ben.
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