When Sol first came to us she didn’t seem so pampered, but now that she has been here a while she has quickly gained a serious sense of entitlement. For example, she is seen here wearing a raincoat. This was our vain attempt to help keep her a little bit dry in the continous down pours we have been experiencing over the last couple days. However, while wearing the raincoat, she did not move once outside. Instead, she insisted on a more appropriate form of accommodation. A yacht pehaps, Sol? We ended up taking off the slicker and toweling her dry once again but she seemed extremely displeased with the whole rain event we are in the midst of. Poor Sol. Rags to riches to slightly damp. Poor poor Solsey Baby.
I recorded Sol last night as I was feeding the pugs and I think I am going to video tape all of the pug feedings from now on. At least the early morning feedings. With the camera rolling, it was like Sol knew that a video of her acting all crazy was going to end up on the Internet and so she decided to be on her best behavior. She did break down a bit in the middle, but let me tell you, those barks are nothing like what she normally does. She is usually way more passionate and the noises she makes in no way resemble barking.
While this isn’t her oscar performance, you still might want to check the sound if you are watching this while at work. Any co-worker within a 300 yard radius is going to be able to hear the squeals on this video.
This post may be a little on the dramatic side, but that is because I mapped it out in my head in the two hours I laid awake during the wee hours of Saturday morning because my heart was still beating out of my chest.
Saturday morning, around 4am I was sleeping soundly when I was suddenly awoken by a blood curdling scream. It startled me so bad that I actually jumped out of bed. As I was standing bleary eyed next to the bed, I was trying to process what I heard. In what seemed like forever, but really only amounted to a second in time, I thought about the cat. Was it her? Did she get in some sort of fight through the screen with a wild animal? But, the noise didn’t sound like a cat sound. It sounded like a human scream, so my next logical conclusion in my sleepy state was that someone had broken into the house and was in the process of killing us. Clearly, that could be the only other possible option for what I heard.
But then, I heard the screech again. I scanned the bed and noticed that the pugs were gone and while I was processing that thought, I heard the screech again and then I heard a sound I was all to familiar with. It was the sound of a metal bowl clanking against the glass top of the stove.
At that point, I realized that the screaming was in fact Sol, and that the problem was not that the pugs were under attack from some intruder, but that it was taking a bit too long for Sol’s breakfast to be served.
See, Sol gets very excited when it is time to eat and she likes to voice her excitement. However, she can’t hear. So rather then letting us know how happy she is to eat at a reasonable level, she screeches at the top of her lungs. Since she doesn’t hear anything, she just assumes that she isn’t making any noise and let me tell you that is not the case. That girl has some lungs on her.
After realizing what was going on, I plopped back in bed and thought to myself, “Looks like I just figured out what I am going to write about on Monday.”
A few minutes later Sol was finished her breakfast and she came back to bed. She curled up in the crook of my arm and within a few minutes was sound asleep completely unaware that she nearly gave her mother a heart attack just a few minutes earlier.
While Sol was sleeping soundly, I, on the other hand, was wide awake at this point. It took me about 2 hours to finally fall back asleep and shortly after I did wouldn’t you know the alarm went off.
Well, we did it again. We went to Sam’s Club and ended up leaving with yet another dog bed! This one is called a “Cozy Chair” and was an instant fave amongst the pugs.
This just might be the dog bed that puts Aunt Kelly over the top and makes her schedule the intervention.
The last few times we have been to Publix to get knucklebones for the pugs they have been out. This hasn’t gone over with the pugs very well. Then I remembered that there was a new shop at the farmer’s market that had knucklebones when we were there late last year. So on Saturday, we went to farmer’s market and got lots of fruits, veggies & knucklebones. Turns out that the knucklebones were buy 5 get one free, so of course we went for the deal to have a few extras stashed away. The knucklebones at Publix are nice, but the knucklebones from the farmer’s market were huge! Needless to say the pugs were delighted!
We always get a bone for Sol, but she generally never chews it. Instead, she vacuums up all the little pieces that the other three leave on their towels. But, Saturday, Sol was ready to tackle her very own knucklebone. She worked so hard chewing on that bone that she had to stop and take a nap! Which worked out good because it was time to put the bones away for the night. Benjamin would chew on them forever and I don’t like the pugs to get too much of a good thing in one day. I imagine all that “yummy stuff” they pull off the new bones could really wreak havoc on the digestive system.
Here are some pics of the others going to town chewing.
It might sound odd, but one of the best ways for me to unwind after a hectic day is to toss Cheerios to the pugs. When I first started this, the pugs were kinda like the Bad News Bears. Luna can’t see, so she is pretty much out, Sol has had part of her jaw removed and the boys, well, they were surprisingly bad. Horrible actually.
So when we first started, the pugs were so funny that I would laugh so hard my stomach would hurt. The funniest thing to me was Benny. He pretty much missed every Cheerio thrown at him. So they would bounce off his mouth or his forehead and he would chase after them and eat them. Well, when he started to catch them, he would catch it and then look for one on the floor. It was like he didn’t realize that he caught it.
We would play a little bit each day and I would toss Cheerios to the pugs and hand one to each of the girls. Slowly, the boys got better. Henry progressed much faster than Ben, but now they are both to the point where they catch almost every Cheerio thrown their way.
So here is an exceptionally long, unedited video that has plenty of my annoying commentary of the pugs catching Cheerios. It gets a little boring after a while, but be sure to tune in around 3:40. At that point, I tried to see if Sol could catch a few Cheerios and what do you know, she did great! She missed the first one, but nailed the rest after that. This was the first time I had tried tossing one to Sol and you’ll be able to tell by me excitement in the video just how proud I am of her. Even with part of her jaw removed she can still do it!
This photo made me laugh when I saw it flash by as I was pulling photos from the camera. I don’t like to bias the captions by adding my own two cents when posting a Caption This photo, but I can’t help myself with this one. My first thought when I saw this picture was, “‘Cuz this is Thriller, Thriller nights…”
