Flying

Let me start off by saying that pugs are not meant to fly; we are meant to remain firmly entrenched between our parents' laps in a snuggle position on the ground.

My parents and sister went to Taiwan to visit for 10 days while I stayed with Grandpa in NJ. They told me they had a great time, as did I. Before she left, Mommy warned Grandpa not to fall for my sad, woe-as-me-I-am-a-poor-starving-puggy look. Luckily, my grandfather is a softie and pretty soon I had him wrapped around my little paw. I was getting treats and table scraps left and right . . . Mommy was horrified when she returned and saw I had put on a few pounds. I just thought I looked extra cuddly. Mommy warned me that there is a weight limit for in-cabin pets on the airplane and that I just might not be able to fly home with them. Hold on a minute! I thought -- no one said anything about flying home!

As usual, my parents did not listen to me and before I knew it, I am sitting in a carrier underneath an airplane seat. Of course I was a huge hit with the other passengers . . . who can resist a puggy?

Here I am peeking out of the carrier. I was so upset when Mommy told me I had to remain there the entire flight!

I was trying to give Mommy my most pathetic look so she would take me out of the carrier.

I wasn't sure what this was -- kinda looked like those black bears I had seen in Alaska, but different coloring. Daddy called this a panda bear. He said they saw two of them at the Taiwan Zoo.

My parents said the highlight of their trip to Taiwan was the food. Here is just an example of their first day of glorious non-stop eating. Sounds like my kind of vacation!

Back Again!

Hello pug bloggers! I am back from an extended hiatus (a forced hiatus by my incompetent parents, I have to add) and ready to regale you all with my adventures. Sadly, nothing spectacular happened during my absence, with the exception of me taking my first plane ride (which I will recount later)!

One thing my Daddy likes about the winters here in Florida (aside from the awesome weather) is that the green markets are back up and running. There are two we attend regularly: one on Sat morning and one on Sun morning. Unfortunately, only the Sat one allows dogs so my options are limited.

This is me and Daddy at the West Palm Beach Green Market.

This unfortunate specimen is my Grandmother's rat -- er, chihuahua. She definitely did not enjoy the green market (don't ask me why, chihuahuas are a strange breed)

Here I am sniffing around one of the plants. Don't tell my parents but I was looking for a place to pee

I was going to pee by the pot but then my sister caught me and ratted me out (stupid sibling).

Grasshoppers

Daddy is on a mission: he has decided that no grasshoppers will survive the week. We have these scary big grasshoppers all around our house; they actually are pretty (if they weren't 5 inches long) since they come in colors of yellow to red. They don't bother me much. I do like to chase them but they really don't provide much of a challenge -- they can't hop very fast because of their size. Now lizards, that is another story. I break a sweat trying to catch one of those little suckers . . . Anyway, they have been eating alot of our young fruit trees and flowers, so Daddy has decided they must go! Unfortunately, they are resistant to most pesticides so you have to kill them the old-fashioned way -- STOMP!

Mommy found this one on our screen window. And this one actually is one of the medium-sized critters!

Like I said, not bad looking if it weren't so big

New Blog

This is just me chillin' out on a fabulous sunny day

Good morning everyone! I apologize for recent strange layouts on my blogs but things have been a little screwy on the home computer. I don't know what's up with Mommy but I told her she needs to get on the ball about stuff like that -- how can I possibly type my entries when I am encountering technical difficulties?

I was reminded by my cousin that I was negligent in announcing his new blog, www.beagscorner.com. Now, my cousin is an inferior breed -- a beagle -- but I don't hold that against him. The blog is quite awesome because 1) he is related to me, and 2) Beag's owner is quite a fantastic veterinarian. Mommy has asked her advice many times (I don't know why since I am always an angel!), and she has been quite the lifesaver. So, go check out the cool blog!

At the zoo

Hoping everyone had a great weekend. We just lounged around and enjoyed the yummy Florida sunshine. Only two bad things happened this weekend:

1. My Mommy decided to put me in the pool to see if I could swim. I can't.

2. My family decided to go to the zoo without me. Granted dogs aren't allowed at the zoo, but I don't take that into consideration.

Mommy started posting pictures of me nearly drowning in the swimming pool, but I quickly deleted those. I am not stupid enough to allow my embarrassing situation be made public record. So all of you will have just the pictures of the Palm Beach Zoo to enjoy.

My little sis was enamored with the Butterfly Garden where tons of butterflies were freely flittering about.

The Butterfly Garden was paved with stones that had inscriptions on them. Mommy liked this one the best.

This bird had an artificial leg

The bionic bird!

Littermates

Now you guys all know how much my life has changed since my little sister arrived (and certainly not for the better). I have tried all I can to get my parents to return her to the breeder they bought her from . . . I even tried giving her away at one of those little sister rescue organizations (note my last blog), but no one would take her. Still, I have to admit, sometimes she is okay, especially when she provides a warm body for me to cuddle up against.

One of the only times where we coexist peacefully

Daddy says this is the only time there is calm in the house

Happy Birthday to ME!

Hello everyone in bloggyland . . . long time no blogging, eh? I blame everything on my silly family (trust me we have had arguments about this). But even Mommy couldn't refuse my insistence on today's blog because . . . it is my birthday! Yup, that's right -- yours truly is now 5 years old! My parents kind of cheated and celebrated yesterday. I got a rib bone to chew on and a slice of ice cream cake (heavenly!).

This is me looking as gorgeous as ever

My family and I went to the Pet Expo last weekend. Thank goodness it was indoors as it is starting to get muggy hot again in South Florida. We met dogs of all kinds -- sniffing galore. We saw some pet rescue organizations: one shar-pei rescue, one golden retriever rescue, one greyhound rescue, and four dauschaund rescues. FOUR?!? Mommy couldn't believe it -- what, does nobody want those hot dogs out there that they have so many rescues? We met up with the lady that runs the pug rescue of South Florida and asked her why we didn't see any pug resuces; she said the convention people wanted $350/table and they could rescue 2 pugs with that amount, so she was just circulating amongst the crowd. Wow, I though that was a pretty good reason. I tried to find the Little Sister Rescue so I could give up my little sis for adoption, but wouldn't you know it, they didn't show up . . .

This is my little sis, Daddy, me and a handsome fella in the background at the front of the Expo