Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Smoking the Cigar

Nothing much has been happening in Alaska-land. It has (surprise!) gotten really cold and has snowed and snowed. Mommy's latest complaint is that the powers-that-be here neither plow nor salt the roads; they leave it up to the passing cars to pack the snow down on the road. Mommy was spoiled when we lived in NYC -- the sanitation crews there did a pretty decent job clearing the city streets.
So, I spend most of my time inside, amusing myself by destroying my stuffed babies, chewing on my chew-sticks, or begging for food. Daddy thinks it looks like I am smoking a cigar when I have the chew-sticks in my mouth:

Surgeon General's warning: smoking is hazardous to your health. Do not smoke if you are pregnant, around children, or at any time in your life . . .

Of course, all the starlets in Hollywood smoke . . . I think they are a bad influence on our kids (that's my little social conscience input)

I just love this stuff!

Monday, January 28, 2008

Tagged by Lucky . . . and Driftwood

Another storm! Look, more driftwood. Norman's Woman, eat your heart out!

I have been tagged by Lucky for a meme. Here are the rules:

1. You have to post who tagged you and link back to them. Lucky tagged me.

2. You have to tag 3 others.

3. What three things would you do that you have never done before, if you knew you wouldn't get caught, get in trouble, or suffer any consequences.

I had to put my little puggy brain to work for this since it seems like everything I want to do revolves around food.

1. I would eat whatever I find on the beach. I have tried to eat fish, crab, seal bones, starfish, and deer bones but my parents always thwart my efforts.

I am scavanging for delectable edibles on the beach

2. I would eat a whole gallon of ice cream. This is my Daddy's and my favorite brand and flavor: Tillamook Chocolate Peanut Butter

3. I would run away and frolic in the mountains and along the beach without my parents yelling at me to come back. But of course, I would come home at the end of the day (I'm not stupid, after all . . .)

Trying to make my great escape at the beach.

Me trying to run away again on the mountain trail

Mommy dislikes "tagging" others, chain letters, etc., but I have no such compunction (I am a merciless pug). I tag Goodboy Norman Featherstone (I want to know what he does for fun), the Pug Posse (they seem like a wonderful family), and Suki Sumo (I wanted to keep her mind off the frigid weather in Minnesota).

Wednesday, January 23, 2008


We had a wind storm over the weekend with gusts up to 50-55mph. We get that occasionally, and when we do, BINGO! -- driftwood galore.

I am gazing at the results of the most recent storm

This is a small portion of what we normally see

Here I am investigating the logs -- nope, too big for me to drag home . . .

This is me, hamming it up for the camera . . .

Monday, January 21, 2008

Recycle, recycle

First, I want to fulfill a request by rpm. She wanted to see the destroyed hedgehog (yes! that stuffed toy finally succumbed ), so here he is. It might be hard to see, but he is completely de-stuffed and is now *sob* buried with all the ceremony befitting a respected foe. . .

I have been watching my parents recycle soda cans and cardboard boxes for some time now . . . I asked them why they didn't simply throw them in the garbage can. Daddy told me that humans are slowly destroying the environment and that Mommy and Daddy are trying to help in small ways. So in true puggy spirit, I decided to chip in. I know I have blogged before about my destructive abilities with stuffed toys, but I was just thinking about how wasteful that was. I mean, I would destroy a toy and plop! it goes in the garbage and my parents buy me a new one. But no more! I have decided to recycle parts of the toys:

This is my latest victim -- note the grusome partially decapitated head

This is the fluff from that head that normally would get tossed in the garbage

No more waste! Here I am attacking the fluff

Who needs actual stuffies when you can play with the fluff? Die, fluff, die!!

Just call me Miss Environmentalist. Al Gore, eat your heart out!

Friday, January 18, 2008

Secret Santa Gifts in Action

I wanted to show off my new style. This is me on a recent walk: harness by Petco, leash courtesy of Pug Posse . . .

Action shot, suitable for a Sport Illustrated cover

My centerfold picture, minus the nudity

Funny, that pug doesn't smell like any dog I know

Mommy found this magnet tucked in the flaps of the box that our Secret Santa gift came in. Thanks again Pug Posse! Daddy thinks it is soooo cute!

Wednesday, January 16, 2008


Hooray!! I received this award from Emmitt. I feel so honored that one little pug can make someone's day.

So, I want to thank all of you who chimed in about whether or not pugs can fly. Special thanks to Sequoia and Petunia who reassured my parents about flying in the cabin. I am warning all of you . . . if I decide I like this flying thing, expect me to show up at your doorstep at any time (except for those in New England -- I don't think I can find your houses in all that snow!).

I know you have all heard Mommy whine about how dark and depressing it is here in the wintertime. Well, Uncle Kane decided he has had enough of the whining; he bought Mommy one of those lights that supposedly mimic daylight, so she won't be afflicted with SAD (seasonal affective disorder). Mommy thinks those kind of products are all scams, but Uncle Kane told her to try it. I am here to tell you how the experiment went:

This is the product in question. Seems small and innocent enough.

Here I am checking it out. It has to be approved by Inspector #1 (that's me!). I subjected it to the sniff and taste test.

C'mon, does this really work?

THE PROOF: this is me before being subjected to the light

This is me after having the light on -- party time!

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Can Pugs Fly?

My parents are planning on taking another trip (apparently that's what you are supposed to do in Alaska -- get away often). I threatened them that I would party the house down if they left me again . . . they got the hint. They are thinking of leaving me with Grandma while they are away; unfortunately, Grandma lives in Michigan. I don't know where Michigan is but apparently, they make cars there . . . at least, I think the factories are still there, if they haven't relocated to India or China.

So, Mommy and Daddy want to bring me on an airplane, but they are unsure if I will fit . . . I'm not sure what that means, although I have a sneaking suspicion they are maligning my weight . . . I wonder if any pug out there has flown on a plane before? If so, did you like it?

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Secret Santa -- Fashionably Late!!!

Thanks to the U.S. Postal Service's impeccable delivery record, we have received our Secret Santa present before Valentine's Day!! The postmark was December 11, 2007 -- is that speedy delivery or what? But it is kind of nice to keep receiving presents, even after the holidays. MY wonderful gifts are from Lisa and the Pug Posse gang, although I don't understand why they addressed the package to Mommy . . .it's not as if the mailman doesn't know I live here as well.

Mommy insisted on opening the package for me (she doesn't trust me with scissors).

I am checking out the goodies in the bag. Anything for me?

Woo-hoo! I think I found something nice and sweet and smells yummy!

Look at my jackpot! Genuine New Hampshire maple syrup, a delicious-smelling Cinnabon candle, and a truly phat (that's slang for excellent and cool for those without teens in the house) leash. I must say that Willow, Belle, and Turbo were able to teach their parents good taste!

So, Mommy asked to "borrow" the candle (she LOVES candles), and I loaned the maple syrup to Daddy for his pancakes. I told them that I expected the items back . . .

Here I am trying on that leash . . . I look quite fierce in it, no?

THANK YOU to all the gang at Pug Posse for their most fabulous gifts. I love that the leash goes well with my fawn coloring. And I can't wait until I get my candle and maple syrup back . . . you hear me Mommy and Daddy? Those items are to be returned . . .

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Happy Birthday Mommy!

Just wanted to wish Mommy a Happy Birthday . . . see the cake Daddy and I made? The writing is a bit sloppy -- not having thumbs makes it tough to hold onto the icing cone.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Snowing! Finally!

I was wondering what happened to the snow up here in Alaska . . . It simply didn't seem right that some of my blogging friends in the Northeast were getting tons more of the fluffy stuff than I was. That is, until Sunday . . . look, it's snowing!

And Mommy wonders why she gets depressed -- this picture was taken at 1:30pm. Notice how dark it is already

Peaceful and quiet

Daddy looking out over the water

Hey, it's me

Ok, that's enough snow for this month . . .

Thursday, January 3, 2008

The Snow Has Melted

Now, I am not a meteorologist, yet I find it strange how some of my blogging pals up in the Northeast have gotten way more snow than us here in Alaska. We have had one big snowstorm last month, and then some intermittent fluffy stuff that turned to slush and now has all melted. Our temperature was in the mid-40s yesterday! Not that I am complaining; no siree! To celebrate the relatively balmy weather, we went for a brief stroll . . .

Me showing off my climbing prowess. I wanted to practice my log-rolling skills

Look at me! I am on top of the world!

Uh, how do I get down from here?

Daddy, a little help here?!?

Alright, I am outta here . . .

Have a great weekend!