Monday, September 28, 2009


I was tagged by Harry Pugalicious several weeks ago and I am finally getting around to it (sorry Harry!). First, Harry wanted to know how I acquired my name. Unfortunately, it is not as interesting a story as Harry's naming is; I am named after my paternal great-grandmother. Daddy named practically everything he owned Frances Louise (including his bicycle) because he loved his grandmother so much.

So, to accept the "Oops I ate it award", you have to blog about the food you have stolen when your humans were not watching. Where do I begin? My humans are not so smart: I have surreptitiously eaten everything from a whole bag of beef jerkys to a box of chocolate chip cookies. Usually the only evidence I leave behind is the empty container! My latest conquest was half a box of chocolate-covered Oreo cookies just last week. Yummmmm! Mommy freaked out because she said I am not supposed to eat chocolate, but I did fine afterwards (stomach of steel, I always say).

Thursday, September 24, 2009

First chihuahuas, now this?

As you all know, we have recently returned from our adventure up north to visit the grandparents. You may or may not recall that Grandmother also has a white rat (aka chihuahua) that hangs around. I thought that was all I would have to deal with when I stepped into Grandmother's house, but nooooo! I was in for a surprise when I first saw the cages, and then the creatures that lived in them:

I am attempting to guess what creatures live in those cages (hint, hint -- you can see one of them lurking in the background)

There it is again on the step . . .

Bingo! They are ferrets!

Mommy says that my uncle got tired of raising them so he "gave" them to my Grandmother. I think Grandma must have an obsession with rat-like creatures . . .

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Traveling Pug

Sorry again for the lack of posts, but the Wild Alaskan Mountain Pug family has been on the road again, this time venturing along the I-95 corridor of the Eastern seaboard. Yup, we drove to Grandmother's house in NJ and back. I do love being in the car, but I think I am the only one in the family that likes it so much.

This is my fair self entering South Carolina. I was watching the car while my parents and sister took a bathroom break.

Daddy didn't feel too welcome in Virginia because of all the traffic we hit

It was a bit nippy at night in the Northeast -- quite a change from hot Florida. I didn't care because I spent the nights well-fed (don't tell my parents that my grandparents gave me quite a number of treats) and very well snuggled (I had my pick of warm bodies to sleep with).

Monday, September 7, 2009

Who Wore It Better?

Well, hope everyone had a great Labor Day! Mommy had to stay home and take care of us while Daddy went diving, so she treated herself to one of those weekly periodicals that detail the latest goings-on of popular actors, actresses, models, musicians, and reality-TV stars. In it, there is a section that show two starlets wearing the exact same outfit to different functions, and the editors or readers decide which actress looked better in that particular outfit. We have something similar to that in the Alaskan Mountain Pug household -- my sister and I were photographed wearing the same skirt to two different events:

This is my baby sister wearing the outrageously frilly skirt for a photo-op. Notice how the pastel colors wash out her complexion?

And this is me wearing the same skirt on my way to the dog park.

I think the pink color frames my dark mug quite well. Tres chic, no?! I can impartially say that I pulled off this outfit better than my little sister.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Sleeping Babies

Being a pug means that you always have to sleep firmly plastered against a warm body. Luckily, my little sister likes to take as many naps as I do:

As you can see, my sister is a space hog

Heellooo!! Girls trying to get some beauty sleep here . . .

I am also a very protective older sister.

That's right, mister, just keep moving away from the baby . . .