Pugsitter Needed

Now I know that this blog goes out to the world-wide-web, which is all world wide and webby, but this message is really just for you folks who know me. You know, the library peeps and our local fans (yes, both of you!). Maybe some of papa's peeps read this blog. You're eligible too.
Here's the thing: my mama just told me that we're going to be abandoned in March for 2 weeks. She's off to see granma and the kiwis, and papa is going too. They're far away, from what I can tell. So mama told me to find myself a pugsitter, or I'll have to go stay in a cage. We don't like cages.
Help us people, you're our only hope!
To be my pugsitter you need to have a house. We like to run around and play, but we're little, so your house can be little too. If you don't have to pay a pet deposit I guess we could stay in an apartment. I know how to stand by the door and ask to go potty. The main point is we're inside dogs. You can't lock us out. I don't like the cold and Bubbles is old.
You absolutely must have a couch or sofa or cushy chair, and we will be jumping up on it, so that has to be OK. I will bring my own bedroll, but I'm used to having a human cushion. I won't lie on a floor if there's a lap or chair available. At night I would love to sleep in your bed, but my family doesn't allow that. They lock us in the kitchen. You can make your own call on that if I hire you to pugsit, but be aware that Bubbles farts a lot, and we both shed.
We don't mind if you don't want to walk us or don't have time every day. We like to sleep. Mama takes us out for about 15 minutes a day for walks, and we need a couple of potty breaks a day (we can hold it for 8 or 10 hours though, if you're at work), and a bit of playtime. But besides that, we'll be sleeping or following you around.
I like kids. I like people. Bubbles doesn't give a damn. We can get along with other dogs too, although you'd have to introduce us properly, and tell your dogs not to jump on us. No hanky panky, OK? We're a bit afraid of big dogs if they jump on us. We like (to chase) cats so if you are cat peeps we might have to do some very careful introductions to make that work. But I'm willing to give it a try if you are.
We especially love old people, and soft people, and lazy people. And young people. We prefer to have a person or two around for a good part of the day, but we can wait if you have to go to school or work. Just so long as you don't mind some big kisses and cuddles when you get home.
So if you know my mama let her know you want to try out to pugsit. We're talking about the last 2 weeks of March. You know, around Easter. We can come and hang out before then and get to know everyone. You can test us out and see what you think. We are willing to offer the right person some financial compensation too. But I know you don't care about that - you just want to have a nice cozy lap-warmer to keep you company for a while.
Sound like a job for you? Then talk to my mama, email her or comment on this blog, and we'll set the whole thing up.
I'm waiting...

middle aged...

Hey folks. I'm a bit down today. Yesterday I had a birthday... my 6th. So that's it. I'm officially middle aged. Mama didn't make too much of a scene, but she did keep reminding me all day, and she laughed right in my face and said "half way there" with such glee. And she laughed at my pimple. Yep, I'm middle aged and I still have pimples. What's up with that?
So what's so bad about being middle aged? Well, what have I achieved so far in my life? I have never had a real relationship with a boy dog, I don't have any puppies to love me, and in fact I don't think I will have any puppies, and I don't even have a career. Most people think I'm completely worthless. I try to keep my people happy and warm, but I have to admit that I'm really a self centred pug. I am addicted to the world of sense pleasures (belly rubs especially). I can't even meditate without falling asleep. I don't know how to be a better pug, and I think it's going to be all downhill from here.
I criticize the Bubbles, but in truth I pity her. She has known many other dogs, and has had countless pug puppies. But her breeders stole them all and sold them for a profit. How cruel is that? And then they tossed her aside, and left her endlessly looking for her babies, grooming anyone who sits within reach. I don't think she'll ever be happy.
This life is full of suffering for us. I've been throwing a pity party for myself, but I shouldn't be so shallow. There are many dogs out there who have it worse than me. I will count my blessings.

• I have good people
• Cheese
• Tiny tennis balls make me happy
• Mama is clumsy and gravity makes food fall
• I'm not as old as Bubbles
• Seattle Pug Rescue looks out for my best interests
• Walks in the park
• Cheese

May all beings be happy, may all beings be at ease

Flickr revisited

We set it up so mama can send her pictures straight from flickr to my blog. That might be fun! Actually I take back the mean things I said about flickr last year. They've gotten better (or maybe it is me who has changed...). I added Her pictures to my blog in a little flash badge thingy. It's under that gorgeous picture of me on the right hand side. And She's been out walking around with her camera, and she took lots of photos of whatever caught her eye (not things I would've concerned myself with, I'll tell you right now). Anyway, now that you can edit your pictures in flickr with piknik/picnik/picnick (I don't know how they spell it!) we're loving flickr a lot more.
Enough though. I'm cold and it's getting a bit dark, and Rachael Ray is probably talking about food. To the couch!

BEST TOY EVER

I'm gonna keep this short because I wore myself out playing with the BEST TOY EVER. Auntie gave it to us. I think I mentioned it before. But all you little dogs out there, you really need to get yourself the BEST TOY EVER. It's the accessible tennis ball, for dogs with small mouths. We have 5. Well, we had 5 until Bubbles chewed the skin off one of them and mama fed it to the trash. We all play together. Mama throws or rolls or lobs the ball and I chase it and Bubbles chases it and she gets it and kills it and then mama throws another one and I get it and then she throws another one and I get that too, but I have to drop the first one but then we both chase after the one I dropped... it's tiring just typing about it. I have to go rest and catch my breath. I'll post pictures next time, if blogger lets me.

But tell your people, get me the BEST TOY EVER.

Sorry library folks, I wanna Kindle

I want you library fans out there to know I love you, I love the library, I support you. I will vote for your levy later this year (Vote people! Yes for libraries!) if they will let me (actually I don't think dogs are allowed to vote, but I will make sure my people do). I love books and I love libraries, and library people are my favorite kind of people, so please forgive me for what I'm about to say...

I found the most wonderful thing that I want, and it may be the end of books (and free content) for us. It's called the Amazon Kindle (don't ask me why) and it's an ebook reader that looks like the answer to my prayers. It's like an iPug for books. I can't believe that I missed hearing about it till now - it's been out about a month. It's one of those love it or hate it items, and it has a long way to go before it's as good (or pretty) as the iPug, but even at a ridiculous $400 I WANT IT!

It reads much easier than a computer screen, it bookmarks, it searches, it has a dictionary, it backs up your books online, and you can even get some blogs (not mine, sorry), magazines and newspapers on it, as well as lots of books. And it's wireless! I hate wires. Wires catch my tennis balls and toys and won't give them back, and then I have to cry for someone with hands to retrieve them for me.

Now you know my family is cheap, right? My cushion won't even shell out 99 cents for music for my iPug. But she's as gung-ho for the kindle as I am. She doesn't like to have lots of stuff around that she's not using any more. Even books (she gives her books to the library - what a good idea!). So she can buy tons of books on the kindle, and only have that one little device (smaller than a paperback they say) instead of all those shelves of books. And it's cheaper than that macbook we've been lusting after. You can even do some basic kind of googling on it.

And the best thing is that once we have a kindle my cushion will still sit on the couch and keep me company. She won't have big stacks of books to reach for, she won't rest the heavy books on back when I'm sleeping, she won't have to get up to find a new book when she finishes one because she can download wirelessly from anywhere, and she won't be lying on the cold floor like when she reads the newspaper now. Even better, she won't go into the computer room so much. I hate that room because they don't let me in there. She hates it because it's a "man cave".

I think she can craft a good argument why we need one. She'll say it saves money in the long run. That she won't want a white laptop anymore if we get one. She'll say it's green, even though it's white. She's good at twisting things around to sound like they'll make her happy and make the world a better place. I know it won't really make her happy. But the kindle will make me happy, so now all we have to do now is convince papa...