Friday, October 18, 2013
This picture was taken October, 2009.
An early morning pug pile. The pugs have always been sleepy heads in the morning. Well, sleepy heads after they have had their breakfast at least. So, when I made the bed, I used to pile them in the dog bed on the ottoman with wheels. Then when it was time for my breakfast, I would wheel them into the living room. The wheels on that poor little ottoman where at maximum capacity by the time I finished stacking 3 pugs on it. 
Thursday, October 17, 2013
When I am working in the kitchen, I always feel like I am moving the pugs because they are in my way. When dinner is being made the pugs are always sitting on the black rugs in the kitchen supervising me. When I need to get in the pantry one of them is usually on the rug in front of the pantry door. The same goes for the fridge or when I need to open the oven door.
After looking at this picture, I see that it's totally my own fault. The rugs are all in front of things that I need to use. I bet if I lined the rugs up down the center of the kitchen there would be no pugs in front of the things I needed to access. Silly me. Clearly, the pug are not going to lay on the, gasp, tile floor!
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
This last week has me ever so hopeful that pug weather is officially upon us in FL. The mornings and evening have been breezy and cool. Of course, the middle part of the day is still pretty toasty, but the nice weather in the early am and evenings already has put a spring in the pugs's step.
Neither Benjamin nor Luna can walk very far with their back and breathing issues. So, we have been taking all 3 for a little jaunt and then taking Henry on a longer walk by himself. It's sad, because while Henry is itching to go for a walk, he doesn't want to go without Luna and especially not without Benny. Henry is having a hard time understanding that Benjamin, who has been on countless walks with him,can longer match him stride for stride.
Watching the pugs age, and age so differently, has been quite an experience. It has definitely affected us, but I'm surprised how much it has affected Henry. It's hard because I also know that he doesn't understand. Even if we don't want to accept it at least we have an understanding of what is going on. Henry, on the other hand, as smart as he is, doesn't seem to understand why things have changed.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Looking forward to your captions in the comments.
Monday, October 14, 2013
The pugs are crated while we are away. When we get home, they are usually anxiously waiting at their crate doors to greet us. But, sometimes we are able to sneak in the house without them hearing us and we can catch them sleeping soundly. It is the sweetest thing to come in the house and hear all 3 of them snoring away. The pugs, on the other hand, don't like it when we make it back into the house without them knowing. Henry likes to pretend that he doesn't sleep while we are out. I'll keep these pictures around as proof that some little puggy sleeps quite soundly while we are out.
Friday, October 11, 2013
This picture was taken in October, 2009
This spotted dog bed was Sol's favorite bed in the house. It was located under my desk in my office, right next to my feet. While I worked, Sol snored and dreamed away. From time to time, when she would stir, I would give her head a little rub with my feet and she would settle back down and get on with her nap.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
The other evening I was laying on the sofa catching a few minutes of rest, when Henry made his way onto the sofa and precariously balanced himself on the edge. He then flipped himself backwards and looked at me as if to say, "Here is my belly. Pet it."
I've never met a dog that likes to be pet as much as Henry. He never tires of petting. I have even said to myself, I am going to pet Henry until he walks away or falls asleep. Needless to say, I broke way before he did! After 45 minutes my hands were tired!
Do your pugs like petting as much as Henry does?
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