Pug Food

My parents and I went to the Pet Supermarket last month to buy me some more dog food. Daddy saw these kibblets made especially for pugs, so he wanted Mommy to buy it. Mommy wasn't happy - she thought it was just a gimmick -- but bought it anyway because Daddy was giving her the sad puppy eyes. I tried it that night and guess what -- I loved it! It is super yummy, and even Mommy admits it smells a bit like beef teriyaki and not at all like dog food (if you know what I mean). Now I'm not sure it is actually better for me, but it sure tastes good.

Daddy is showing off our new discovery . . . actual yummy dog crunchies!

Pelican Cafe

Hi all! I know I haven't posted in several weeks -- things have been a bit busy in the Wild Alaskan Mountain Pug household. Essentially my little sis has started walking and boy is she a terror on two feet! The only good thing about it is that she will carry food with her while she is walking about, which allows me ample opportunity to sneak some bites!

Mommy had the day off so we all went to have breakfast at a local eatery:

I haven't had my morning coffee yet.

My parents think I am too old for the car seat, but I say you can't be too safe . . .

We have arrived at the Pelican Cafe!

This is a cool restaurant: dogs are allowed to sit on the patio, and I even get my own water bowl!

I didn't get my own menu, though. Mommy had to order for me . . .

The Things I Put Up With

Hi All! Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas! Mine was a very peaceful one as my parents and sister flew to cold New Jersey while I remained in warm Florida. I stayed with my friend Jennifer and had a rockin' time. But my sister came home with my family (drats! I was hoping she would have stayed up north) and has been torturing me since. Witness the punishment I have to endure:

Don't let the cuteness fool you -- she is hatching a diabolical plot

Little sis thinks the entire couch is hers -- she is obviously trying to push me off!

Uh, Mommy, are you going to help me or what?

Pug Take-Over

Sorry for the long interval between posts, my friends out there. My parents seem to be running around doing very little which leaves me to fend for myself. It's a good thing my survival skills have been honed to perfection in the wilderness of Alaska!

First, I would like to thank Chewie for his award! I love awards and prizes -- keep them coming! I will try to get to it with the next post.

Second, several residents of the complex we live in have been mentioning that there are quite a number of pugs here. I think they are just jealous that they chose to own an inferior breed of dog, but you know not everyone can be a pug owner. For example, this was a recent day at the dog park:

This intelligent canine is bowing to my great pugness.

This is Fred and me. Separated at birth?

Here I am instructing my loyal subject

Fred and Bandit. Bandit is a 13yo pug that was rescued by Fred's Mom. Kudos to Fred's Mom!

Thanksgiving with Friends

Hope everyone out there had a good Thanksgiving. My inconsiderate family decided to leave sunny, warm Florida and head up to Michigan to visit Daddy's family. And of course, they left me behind again. I actually didn't mind because 1) it was chilly up in northern Michigan (Mommy said they even had snow!) and 2) I got to stay with some friends! Our very nice neighbor had the privilege of pug-sitting me during the Thanksgiving weekend. She had two dachshunds whom were cute enough, but I stole the show that weekend.

Whom in the picture does not belong . . . that's right, the two hot dogs! This was obviously my couch -- I just let them lie on it for a little while because that's just how nice I am.

Vega the Jumping Boxer

Have you guys ever seen a jumping boxer? Well, let me introduce you to Vega -- she is a one year old boxer who has springs for legs. She can jump as high as the fence . . . I am waiting for the day she jumps over it!

This is Vega taking advantage of my short stature. Don't you guys fear, I was able to hold my own!

Daddy was trying to prevent Vega from licking my sister to death . . . Vega loves to lick dogs, people, and especially babies!

Daddy's Birthday

It was Daddy's birthday today, and the weather was perfect! Just about 80 degrees and we went to the beach where we frolicked in the sand while Daddy bodysurfed in the water.

I am just chillin' on the beach

Happy Birthday Daddy!

This is what I got Daddy -- two pug pillows! Daddy loves anything pug-related . . .