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...
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Apologies and Thanks
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!
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!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
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...
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...
Friday, January 18, 2008
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.
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
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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.
But tell your people, get me the BEST TOY EVER.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
setting the record straight
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...
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
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)
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Pugoween Pictures
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.
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