Friday, February 20, 2009
Benjamin throws the pillows off the sofa as he is trying to arrange everything to his liking and Sol makes herself comfy on the pillows that Benny has strewn across the room. This is why you have to have more than one pug. 
Have a great weekend!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
After we had constructed the pugs’ makeshift leashes we started the trek to the car. Sol keeps a different pace than Benjamin, Henry & Luna and since we were walking on leashes made out of poppy bags, the three fawns trotted along and Sol and I followed along at our own pace. The boys and Luna were pretty much out of site when we passed a little pavilion where a family was having a cookout. We passed them on the way in, but in all the excitement the pugs did not pay much attention to them. When we got to the pavilion, Sol stopped dead in her tracks and stood still with her nose in the air sniffing and snorting. This got everyone’s attention and two ladies came over to pet Sol. While being petted Sol’s nose was still working overtime and she gradually made her way over to the pavilion. The ladies said they had an extra hamburger left and Sol was more than welcome to it if she was allowed to have it. I figured what they heck and they broke off a few pieces of the hamburger and gave it to Sol. She gobbled it up and went back for seconds. After eating about half a hamburger it was time to go. I gave the poopy bags a little tug and Sol came trotting along so very happy with herself. We made it back to the car and Sol was the happiest pug on earth.
After I brushed the sand from my feet, I got in the car and laughed. I could just imagine what the ladies at the pavilion thought and what they might tell their friends. “Funny thing happened today, we had a little black pug crash our cookout looking for food. We just had to give her something because she was being walked on a leash made out of newspaper sleeves. Who knows how long it had been since she had eaten!” In any case, I’m sure we gave them a good laugh.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Our beach day on Sunday was almost a disaster. When we were just a few blocks away from the park, we realized we had forgotten to bring the pugs’ leashes. I know. How on earth could we forget their leashes? It was one of those, I thought you grabbed the leashes, I didn’t get them because I thought you grabbed them moments. At that point, it really didn’t matter how we managed to leave the house without any leashes for the pugs. We were just a few blocks away from our destination and there were 3 pugs in the back seat that knew exactly where we were and exactly where we were going. They were pacing the back seat in excitement and there was no way I would be able to turn back now without them going nuts.
So we quickly ran through all the ways to get four excited pugs across a parking lot and down a trail to the back corner of the beach without any leashes. We were pressed for time because we knew that as soon as we reached the parking lot the 3 pugs in the back seat were going to erupt with barks of joy and they would not wait while we formulated a game plan. So we hastily decided that we would carry Sol and walk the other 3 using their seatbelts.
It worked, but take a second to picture 3 very excited pugs being walked on 18 inch seatbelts. It really gives new meaning to the term “short leash”. The poor pugs were pulling so hard that about halfway through our journey, I just dropped the seatbelts and exclaimed, “just don’t get in any trouble!” With their seatbelts dragging in the sand, Benjamin, Henry & Luna trotted off to the faraway section of the beach where they usually play.
Once we arrived at the beach, they ran and played and had a great time. While they were romping in the sand, we were devising a way to get them back to the car without any leashes. We took an inventory of the items we had with us and we decided to make use of our most abundant item - poopy bags. We use newspaper sleeves to pick up poop on walks and since Benjamin is known to poop at least a 100 times while out on a walk we always have a ridiculous amount of poopy bags with us. So we started tying the newspaper sleeves together and created makeshift leashes for the pugs. We tied the poopy bags to their harnesses and walked them back to the car without incident. For the pugs, though, I’m not sure what was worse, walking on an 18 inch seatbelt leash or walking on a leash made out of poopy bags. I’m sure both are equally emotional damaging moments.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sol, looking out the car window on the way to the beach. Looking forward to your captions in the comments.
Monday, February 16, 2009
On Sunday, we decided to make the most of an overcast day and we took the pugs to the beach. We haven’t been to the beach since we adopted Sol, so I thought it would be fun to see what she thought of the sand and the salty air. The whole trip could have bee a disaster (more to come on that), but we pulled it together and had a really good time. The boys and Luna had fun as always and Sol really seemed to be having a good time as well.
Here are a few pics from the day.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Yesterday, Cupid celebrated her 11th birthday! Happy birthday QP cat! Sisters share!
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