SnugasTwoPugsinaRug

I'm tired...

2011-04-22T18:39:00.000-07:00

webcammin'

2011-03-17T07:17:00.000-07:00

I've been photo-boothed!

some recent pugshots

2011-02-18T07:16:00.000-08:00

cheating!

2011-02-18T07:04:00.000-08:00

She came home smelling like Great Pyrenees and baby lotion!

...like she'd been rolling on the floor with them...

I interrogated her for 10 minutes and her skirts revealed this much: GP is female, recently spayed, has been in the company of many dogs, eats dry food, hasn't pooped for a while (but the baby has), there may have been cookies, white hair, very tall, there was some belly rubbing... and the bitch needed a bath.

I'll get to the bottom of this! I'm going to sniff those skirts every day until I find out why she's been seeing someone else behind my back. And playing with the candy flavored cookie baby without bringing her home for me.

...first the bear dog, then the fluffy black one, and now some giant white thing!

Am I not enough for her?

I'm back! and better than ever

2011-02-11T10:11:00.000-08:00

Oh my Dog, I heard through the grapevine that someone misses me!

and you know there's nothing more important to me than being loved by my peeps... (that's actually in my breed description, right under "Purpose: lump of useless dog, lapwarmer")

So I'm back here on the blogger to keep my fan happy!

I have so much to tell you...

I've been so happy since the old dog died. Yeah, I missed her. I grieved hard for 2 days. Couldn't even nap. And then a realized it's all about ME now (Mimi=Me-Me!). So somehow I felt better. They take me out more and they pet me more and I don't have to fight for a lap. I'm even allowed to ride in the front seat in the car now.

Life is sweet!

But I did realize that life is short and there's a lot I haven't mastered yet, so I've been on a self improvement kick. I've increased my memory span up to 15 minutes now, and I can count to two. I get two things in the morning and two things in the afternoon. I'm still having trouble with time though - especially if She doesn't keep to her proper schedule. Oh, and since they got me a new sofa I've learned to make a nest on the back, and I've figured out how to push open the curtain so I can keep an eye out for the old blue shirt who throws envelopes at my head. Hey, and the curtain thing works on doors too, sometimes...

I have been hard at work training my peeps too. They've responded pretty well. There's barely anything I do now that doesn't deserve a treat. Even fun things - like going for a walk or a ride in the car. I've even trained Dawne to stop making coffee and come out and give me food when I sit nicely outside her shop.

And I'm working on my aim with the kong toy. If I throw it just right the peeps laugh and give me a funny look and then they go fill it with the special peanut butter. Nice! It doesn't work every time, but usually if I can get it to hit the foot or a lap I have a good chance.

The Lap has been getting pretty uncooperative during the day. I can barely get her to sit down at all, except early early and after dinner. But I have decided to forgive her because she's been bringing me friends. Most of them smell like books, which is good, I guess. But there's a couple of little ones that smell like milk and candy and they squeal and laugh and they have yummy mouth and nose holes right at my level. And they like to hold cookies one in each hand, so they can keep one while I take the other one. Yeah, the little peeps are my favorites....

Anyway, give me a day or two and I'll be back with some pictures. I'm looking pretty good these days, even if I'm going a bit grey. That woman has been pointing her laser shooting, bright light flashing, camera thing at me here and there lately, but I got her good - I trained her to give me a snack after each shoot!

haha

I rock!

Bubbles Pug, July 15 1997 - August 16 2008

2008-08-19T14:14:00.000-07:00

Bubbles has gone. We took her to the vet and she passed away peacefully in Mama's arms. Papa was sad to see her go, but he looked after me. I sniffed her goodbye and then I sat on her face when I knew she was gone. She was so weak and sick and she was no fun anymore.

But I miss her...

feeling sad

2008-08-10T09:12:00.000-07:00

I'm worried that my sister isn't going to make it much longer. She smells funny and she doesn't hardly eat, even though they feed her all the time, and real food too. She's so bony now. I try to cuddle up to her but she's not warm and cuddly like she was. Every morning my people get so excited to see Bubbles wake up, they say "oh Bubbles, you're still alive!" and they carry her around the house and put our bed in the other rooms for her.

tiny bubbles

2008-08-10T09:05:00.000-07:00

little bubbles

2008-08-10T09:03:00.000-07:00

Home...

2008-03-28T10:33:00.000-07:00

...at last. They came for us.
I want to thank everyone at old mcdonalds farm for feeding us and telling us we were cute but I am so glad to be out of there and back home.
I can't say any more right now. I have to get back to my sofa and blankie. I've got a lot of sleep to catch up on.

2008-03-21T18:48:00.000-07:00

I don't think anyone cares about us at all.
I'm not sure if I will make it.
I hope they come home soon...

HELP!

2008-03-12T07:48:00.000-07:00

I managed to smuggle this message out, but I have to keep it short.

This is NOT what they promised it would be like.
Indoor-outdoor living, a private luxury suite, a vacation...NOT!
They have put us in a concrete prison cell with only one blankie each and a new (rottweiler) toy for some company. I don't know if we'll ever see grass or trees or a sofa again.
There are other dogs here and they don't look happy. We might have to organize.

Mama didn't even say goodbye.
I don't know if I can ever forgive her for this.

They said two weeks. Keep us in your thoughts till then.
I'll be strong. No one can make me miserable without my permission.
I'll be back.

Apologies and Thanks

2008-03-10T07:42:00.000-07:00

I am so sorry, loyal readers, for neglecting you.
I have been meaning to say thank you for my blog reader's choice award, which I was very honored to receive - sorry I couldn't be there in person. There were a great many blogs out there, including many featuring excellent dogs and the people who love and feed them, and I was surprised and delighted to be voted as one of the favorites.

I'd like to thank my people, especially the soft one - I mean mama - who helped me with the typing (she has long fingers). Also papa, who feeds me every morning, and gets my day started right. I'd also like to thank my dog parents (I miss you guys, wherever you are!) and my previous people, who started my interest in the world wide web (I miss you too, Steve and Kari!). Bubbles, my best friend, and all my other friends - Lucky Lab-Hound, Pippin Poodle and Trigger Spaniel, Bud Lab, Buster Lab, Dusty Rose Akita, Pixie Bear Dog, Angel, Bumper and Gingko Pugs, Pedro Pug and Chai Pug - thank you for your support. And to my fans and their four legged friends, thank you.

I'd also like to reassure you that after much searching and a little worrying we have found a place to stay for the next couple of weeks. Old McDonald has a farm out near the mall and he is going to set us up with a suite, with indoor-outdoor living. Mama had said we were going to go to prison with Pixie, but they were full up, so we're off to the farm instead. mama said we can go to prison next time, and help the ladies who made some bad mistakes. She said they are trying to turn their lives around by becoming dog groomers, and that sounds like a good thing to me (even though I hate being groomed).

Well I'm going to be away from the computer for a while (I know, I have been already, but you signed up for my blog on google reader, right?) but I'll be back! Maybe not till April, but I'll try to get Old McDonald to let me borrow his laptop so I can let you know what the farm is like.
Later people!

Happy Valentines Day!

2008-02-14T11:05:00.000-08:00

2008-02-14T10:47:00.000-08:00

Pugsitter Needed

2008-01-28T08:49:00.000-08:00

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...

2008-01-18T10:00:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-15T15:20:00.001-08:00

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

2008-01-15T10:16:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-03T09:29:00.000-08:00

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...

Mama is Not a Cushion

2007-12-30T10:58:00.000-08:00

My people have sat me down and talked to me about the "disrespectful" language that I use to describe them in my writings. For some reason She has a problem with being referred to as a cushion. (I think she's sensitive about the width of her lap) Anyway, from now on I have promised to call them mama and papa. At least I will try.

Now back to the story I was telling you - papa has fixed the computer for me now. I told him he better, or I'd go get a macbook.

OK, where was I? I think the retriever monster had just left.

So we had a long sleep, and then the cold white stuff came down from the sky. Mama got pretty excited (even more than usual). She had been ripping paper off the stuff under the tree, and then she was reading the book gift while papa played the noisy shoot-em-up game on the TV and then the white stuff came down outside and mama tried to drag me out their to play in it. No thank you!

We got all dressed up after that. I wore my little blue Tshirt and a jacket, and we road tripped to granma's house. She left lots of yummy bits on the floor for us to eat, but she wouldn't let us sit at the table till most of the food was gone. It was good stuff. Japanese food (I'm not fussy about where my food comes from) After the eating we were allowed to sit on the couch for the first time ever, because granma gave us blankies of our own to protect her old couch from us. She gave us toys too. I ripped a hole in mine and pulled out its insides.

We drove home in the dark, but we had to go back for some reason. I think mama left her brain back at granma's house.

Anyway, we had a good time. I think this is a good time of year. Papa likes to watch TV and play shoot-em-up inside, and mama turns into a great cushion this time of year (she gets bigger and softer). She only makes us run in the park a short time, and if it's wet or white she doesn't even try to make us go out. We'll all be paying for it next spring though - maybe I should tell you more about our amazing weight loss success story sometime soon. I'll get some pictures together for you - I'm half the dog I used to be.

Gotta get up now. Maybe play some small-mouthed-dog tennis ball catch.
Later people.

Time Flies

2007-12-27T08:29:00.000-08:00

I apologize, loyal readers... This month really got away from me.
I have so many things to tell you, I don't know where to start. Is the beginning OK with you?

The month started with my cushion talking to herself a lot. She said things like "13 original states and 13 stripes" and "50 stars, 50 states, each has 2 senators, but how long do they serve for?" Then one day the tall one stayed home on a weekday, and they left me alone all day, but she seemed to be quite happy and relaxed when she got home. Then about a week later they did it again, and when she got home I heard her say something about being a "mericanow".

Right after that she got into a big old frenzy, rushing around, taking boxes out of the house and coming back with things in bags. She sent a whole bunch of stuff someplace. And then some good smelling stuff showed up in our house. She made a plastic tree and put the good stuff under there, right at nose level, but then she yelled when we tried to find out what it was.

The peak of frenzy came a few days ago. Both of my people raced around the house making all the stuff disappear, and changing all the smells with their sprays and liquids. They brought out the loud vacuum monster and tried to suck me up into it (don't worry, I kicked it's butt). My cushion wouldn't sit down - she made some brownie cakes for dogs and some scone cakes for people and some fluffy cream to go with Kara's homemade blackberry jam (she's a book lady too).

Then my aunt and uncle came over with their big monster they call "Buster". He whacked his giant tail around every which way and tried to jump on Bubbles, and he got some of my brownies. I couldn't believe how he could reach his monster nose right up to the food on the table. I wish I could do that. After it was dark the people played something they called "Guitar Hero" and it sounded like fun. There was clapping and laughing and singing, and everyone got tired. Oh, and most important - aunty gave me 3 small-mouthed-dog-accessible tennis balls, and a fuzzy goldfish to play with, but I had to wait until the monster was gone, because he's a thief.

I'm going to have to keep you in suspense for the rest of my story. The tall one did something bad to this computer, and every 20 seconds an angry message comes up and messes with my typing. It's hard enough for me to blog as it is. But this is just ridiculous! I can't take it anymore.

I'll write again soon, I promise. Y'all come back now, y'hear?!

setting the record straight

2007-12-06T16:03:00.000-08:00

this is not the fat ugly white dog. this is the boss. they call me bubbles because they're stupid and don't know how to pronounce my true name. im not very good at typing but i wont apologize. im 75 in people age. it's a wonder i can see the damn screen.

anyway, i just wanted to clarify something the young upstart said. she accused me of latching on to her fat flabby cheek and biting till the blood did flow, and not letting go even when we were pulled up into the air. ok. that's true. but she started it. she always starts it. i try to talk to her for a minute, pull her out of that stupor she spends her days in, and she jumps on me. she always jumps on me, but i always kick her butt. i make her pay for her insolence.

she thinks shes so smart. "im on the internet! i have a blog!" she even tries to pee over my marks. but she doesn't know her back end from her front, so she always misses by about 2 feet. stupid. she barely even knows how to lift her leg like a real dog should. can't lift it at all when she poops (although thats really my special talent - cant expect just any old dog to do that)

if she keeps on messing with me and slandering me on this blog im going to post some very embarrassing videos of her on this youtube thing. i have seen her try to play with a vacuum cleaner, i have seen her chewing on rocks, and i have seen her suck beer out of a bottle. i could get her in a lot of trouble...

YouTube From Under the Rug

2007-12-06T15:17:00.000-08:00

It's cold on the sofa without my cushion and the ornery old pug keeps attacking me. That bitch! I can say that because we are both are, you know, female dogs. Don't call the profanity police on me. Don't make me wear the scarlet letter P. They did that on Colonial House. I was listening from under the blanket the last 2 days when my cushion had her Colonial House marathon. Sounded like I would've hated olden times. No cushions, no sofas, and I bet they wouldn't have made me a nice flannel quilt to sleep under like my cushion did.

This picture shows me and the old one under our "rug" today. It used to be all mine, but now if I don't share I get my butt kicked. She doesn't look so mean, and they call her that cute name "Bubbles", but the other day she bit my cheek and wouldn't let go, even after the tall one picked me up to break up the fight. And she attacked me again while my cushion nursemaid was cleaning the blood off my fur. Like I said before...

So I heard that YouTube is really cool. The tall one comes home all the time with stuff he was told about at "work". I don't know. I went on there and I found a skateboarding bulldog that got on Oprah and a pug that says "I love you" to Montel (big deal, I bet he doesn't write a blog; got nothing to say but "I love you"). I guess anyone can put their videos on there for all the world to see. I did quite like that catchy little song with the treadmill dance. But really, don't people have better, more important things to do? I seem to recall that in several dystopic novels the misuse of mindless media was how freedoms were lost.

You know what? I shouldn't pretend to be something I'm not. I'm just a simple pug with a few basic needs, many desires, and a little bit of an interest in politics. I'm not technology minded. I just want to become an enlightened being and do good in the world, without leaving the comfort and security of a warm soft lap.

If you want to check out my recent favs, including a couple of YouTube videos, you can go to my delicious page anytime (I can't be bothered learning about embedding videos right now! I need some sleep)

My LibraryThing

2007-11-12T08:28:00.000-08:00

Hey folks!
I played around with LibraryThing, and I set myself up a catalog. If you want to check out what this pug is reading right now go to http://www.librarything.com/catalog/theycallmemimithepug

That's all for now. I need to get back to sleep.

LibraryThing is not for pugs

2007-11-08T14:58:00.000-08:00

I heard my cushion telling the tall one about LibraryThing the other day. Seems she quite likes it, even though she has a fairly small library of books at home, and she keeps giving them away to people. Not to mention, she doesn't always like people to see what she's reading. But anyway, I guess she's taken by how easy the site is to use and how cool it is to see all your little bookies lined up on the computer. I heard her say "I wish kitcat's search worked as well as amazon" but I don't really know what that means.

I like books for a different reason than people do. The only thing I like about books is the way they smell and taste. The ones my cushion brings home that have a zillion people hand smells on the edges... I have to be careful not to get a paper cut on my tongue, but I love to lick those books. Don't get grossed out - I use my driest lick, just to get the taste. The papery edges where the fingers rest and the pages get turned... mmm... books... It's just not the same on a computer, even if you can customize the display to show the exact edition of the book you own (heaven forbid the cover isn't right! spoiled people). Computers don't taste good.

But my big problem with LibraryThing is privacy. I have books I might like to share with my people, and other's I'd rather they didn't see. The bestsellers (mmm... lots of fingersmells) and the romances (mmm... bonbons and lady finger smells) I will share. I'll tag those wishlist and have my people bring them home for me. But the private books - the radical militant pug revolutionary heroes, the books on strategy - I just don't want them to know about. I don't know how they might use that information against me.

So LibraryThing People, if you're out there, make it so we can share some books and keep others private . Go look at Flickr with their friends and family designations. They help me protect my good name. And I do have a good name. They call me Mimi. Yes, like that woman from the Drew Carey show with the eye makeup. I used to have a weight problem...

Managing my people through RSS

2007-11-07T08:18:00.000-08:00

OK, here it is. I finally worked out a way to minimize the time my cushion spends on the computer. They call it RSS and it organizes all the new stuff people have written on her favorite websites into one handy little page (I set her up with google reader) so she doesn't waste so much time going to the blogs by the little-poodle person and the corgi person and the book-work person. The reader shows her all the new stuff they've written all at once and then she can turn off that computer and get back on the couch. Brilliant! Of course it would be better if she just didn't worry about what those other people had to say. Am I not interesting enough for her?

My cushion also has one of the iPug thingies - a little silver one. She's terribly cheap so she won't pay for content. She borrows CDs from the library and puts them on her iPug, and she copies her own boring old CDs onto it too. But truth is, she mostly listen to pugcasts. They get delivered automatically whenever she plugs the thing in, and she gets hours of free talky stuff to listen to. She likes to walk and listen for some reason - she seems to think with her legs. But I'm trying to convince her to sit down on the couch and listen. She's going to sign me up for some pugcasts of my own soon. Maybe something about Eastern philosophy... the militant pug network... or maybe food...mmm...food...

delicious!

2007-11-05T07:47:00.000-08:00

I've been working on the computer all weekend, except when I was sleeping. The tall one even let me borrow his "lap-top" for a few minutes, although he was terribly busy with his own work. So I went to all my favorite sites and my new favorite - del.icio.us... Well it's kind of fun, but mostly I just like the name. It makes me hungry. I tagged some sites that I like. But honestly I don't get out of the house much, so I think I'll just stick with using favorites on my regular computer. I guess there's the network thing, but honestly, I'm a very private pug...

I'll play with it. Play is fun. I'll figure it all out and get back to you when I see the point of this diversion in my very busy life. http://del.icio.us/theycallmemimi

For those of you who are not interested in this training stuff my cushion keeps blabbing about, the big news is I had a bath! Stinky McStink kept chewing on her back end and making it bleed a little bit, so our people figured she must be dirty and scratchy. So we both got dunked. I tried to convince them I couldn't hear them calling "Mimi, bath". First I looked at my tail, then I sat on the dining room bed and looked at my tail, and when they still wouldn't stop I took off out the convenience door. The yard was freakin' freezing though, so I ended up back inside and in the bath. I shivered so hard afterwards the tall one felt guilty and had to keep me warm all afternoon (cushion went to touch books for 5 hours).

I hate the computer!

2007-11-02T09:32:00.000-07:00

My cushion has been doing a project for her work that includes helping me out with this blog, but I have to say, I HATE it. She spends all her time with the computer and no time sitting under me anymore. She sits on the chair in the room I'm banned from and she types and clicks and goes into a virtual coma looking at that screen. She hardly moves. When she finally emerges she's freezing cold and grumpy and her body hurts so she won't sit down and fulfill her purpose in life (keeping me warm and comfy, you moron! that's what people are for!)

She got caught up on the flickr site today, even though she hasn't done the delicious thing yet(mmm... delicious... like coffee cheese and fat tire beer... mmm...). She already put pictures of us on flickr so the gramps could see what we're up to. But she, unlike me, is a private person, and she made sure everything was set to friends and family only. She didn't even think to search other people's pictures. I think she has too high of an opinion of her own photography skills.

She actually got pretty annoyed with that flickr last week when she was trying to use it. She kept screaming something about "not intuitive". She never screamed when she used the photosite or the snapfish thing. But she did end up having some fun with the flickr tag cloud thingy. She flickred away the morning, and got so excited to see pictures of countries she's been to, and places she wants to go. I heard her talking to herself about Varanasi, India! She can't leave me! She's my cushion! She needs to sit down on the sofa and shut up about travelling.

Lots of times I've heard her tell the tall one she wants an apple. Not the kind I like (mmm... apple...) but the kind that sits on your lap and lets you do your flickr and blog in the living room where I am. The tall one has one of those "lap-tops". It always gets in my way when I try to sit down. But at least he is on the sofa. I might have to help the cushion get herself a "lap-top" too. Just as long as she doesn't forget her "lap-dogs".

Pugoween Pictures

2007-10-30T11:09:00.000-07:00

This is the one they call Bubbles, posing for a picture at Pugoween. My people called her "Count Pugula". They made the costumes for us. I got really sick of them waking us up and trying these stupid outfits on us. Although they were warm. And Pugula worked the crowd and got a lot of attention. I like to stay close to my people. They had cheesy snacks and a banana with them, and they know I want a belly-rub when I give them a kiss. Other people think I'm just being friendly. But that was the deal we made - a kiss for a rub. Unless the people have been eating cheese or drinking beer. Mmmm... cheese and beer breath....

These were some of the best costumes I saw. There was a princess, a witch, and look at Princess Leia! She was pretty cool for an old girl. And there were lobsters and a shark and 2 skunks and a cute Seahawks puppy. My people liked him a lot. They better not get one, or I'll have to take him out. I'm the baby. I don't want some stinkin puppy around here. Anyway, I had my cushion upload some pictures she liked - hopefully she didn't make a mess of it.

2007-10-29T12:14:00.000-07:00

2007-10-29T11:54:00.000-07:00

Hey, it's me. Like it says, they call me Mimi. I'm having a pretty good time here. I just wanted to get this "blog" thing started so I can get back to my nap, but my people really wanted me to have my picture on the web too.

So here it is. This is me yesterday. My people took us on a road trip then stuck me in this silly outfit and called me Superpug. We had a meeting in this big community center. There were about 50 of my kind there, and we called it "Pugoween" so our people wouldn't know what we were really up to.

I don't have much more to say right now. I'll get back to you with pictures of the one they call Bubbles later. She got to dress up as Count Pugula, and she got lots of leads on new families for us if we decide to jump ship. She's asleep right now, like I should be.

Later people.