I pooped in a hole

Really, I pooped in a hole. I ran over to a hole, did 3 pugtonas, and pooped in it. Directly in the hole in the grass.

Sadly, my mom said there will be no pictures today as they are not blog appropriate and it may cause reactions such as "YUCK" and other puggys thinking they can sniff/eat the computer screen. But since I am the alpha pug (or so I think...) I came up with this thanks to my friends Google Image Search and Paint. I recreated it to the best of my pugbilities.

Saying Goodbye

Our dearest friends are moving today. Kelly & Ron and my pal MAC, so today I dedicate my blog post to Mac.

This is Mac (the golden guy) at the dog park. Mac's mom would take us to the park with her everytime she went. We will definitely miss that since my mama doesn't like driving in this city (she will only drive me to the dog park!)

Mac is an old geezer... he's 13 and he doesn't care much for me. Maybe its because his parents mush me and not him. But he does look out for me at the dog park to make sure other dogs aren't mean to me. Here he is with my pal Grits' tail in the back (the whitey) and there's Riley the terrier that molested me that day at the park. Mac never lets me get too close to him when we go to his place for coffee & the Today Show in the mornings (My mama has a crush on Matt Lauer). And when he comes here with his mommy he steals my bones off the floor and eats them. Sometimes I purposely leave them out for him to consume because I love him so much.

Mac is part golden part chow chow part something else I think. He is beautiful. He's one of the sweetest dogs my mama has ever met she said.

This is the picture of the closest Mac has ever got to me. (Note: this only would happen at the dog park)

There's the terrier trying to molest me again, but don't pay attention to that. Look at Mac's beautiful tail. I love it, it's so fluffy and out there and not curly like mine. I can actually grab it... and sometimes I do when we go for walks together. When I do that Mac teaches me not to and growls at me. He has been a great pack leader to me like that. He would never hurt me or eat me, just scare me. I am going to miss going on daily walks around our apartment complex with Mac.

Please think of Mac & his family as they travel back to their home state of Michigan for a safe journey and hope that my mom's favorite weather man Al Roker forecasts warmer weather up there, as his parents have got used to the warmth of Louisiana. Best of luck Mac, Kelly, and Ron - we will miss you!

Cool things I do

My mama and daddy got me when I was 8 weeks old. From that moment I have heard my mama say how good that daddy's mama is at teaching dogs tricks and how she wanted to be just as good. Here's a pic of me snuggling with a photo of my grandpuggyparents' dogs - Sammy the PUGGLE and Emma Lou the RESCUE. We are all American dogs with Canadian parents. It will probably be a long time before I meet them as it took mama and daddy 4 days to drive to Louisiana from Nova Scotia. I even have a 5x7 picture of them hanging above my crate because I love them so much.

The night I came to my home, my mama taught me how to come and my name. Then she taught me to sit. I figured if I was getting a treat everytime I sat, then I'd do it. Sometimes I sit just when I want to get a treat and sometimes my mama doesn't notice. So that's how it started, then every day my mom helped me learn new things. I can sit, shake, lay down, jump up, and take a bow. Oh I fetch sometimes too. (I also heel and drop things and stay) I learned all those by the time I was 10 weeks old. We're working on dancing and rolling over now. One more cool thing I do - I get out of the kitchen when mom says "Outta the kitchen" - a cool trick she picked up on from my grandpuggyparents, Sammy & Emma do it too. (Videos soon of my tricks, my mom is having technical difficulties)

Then my mom started to get sad because I wouldn't speak. She tried everything. She used a clicker and treats when I barked at weird things outside. Nope, didn't work. Then one day while my mom was eating CHEESE she looked into these sad puggy eyes and couldn't resist - she gave me a piece. And that's when I figured out how to beg and how to speak. My mom just kept saying speak about 10 times and then I started barking. And now I bark all the time, even if I'm not getting treats. I never made a peep before then. Not even a whine!

My mom can't teach me how to roll over. I'm still not quite sure what that is. But my grandpuggyparents taught Sammy how to roll over I guess and they just say Sammy 360 and he does it. And Emma Lou does this cool trick called BANG! where the grandpuggyparent pretends to shoot her (they make their hands look like a gun, must be something to do with people thumbs) and she plays dead. I can't wait to meet my grandpuggyparents at Christmas so they can teach me these cool tricks too! In the meantime, I will sleep and dream about them and dream about someday playing with Emma Lou and scheming with Sammy to figure out ways to get more treats/food/anything nutritional/not nutritional.......

Juicy Pug Farts

Today I'm blogging about my juicy pug farts, as mom calls them. Just for my first commenter ever, Wilma (please read her bloggy too - if there's anyone out there reading this!)

You see, ever since I started eating Science Diet (which I love) I've had these juicy pug farts. Science Diet puppy smells just like it tastes, a combination of the scent of fish oil mixed with some Percy poop. My mom believes because there is so much fish oil in it that it makes my farts juicy sometimes, especially at night. They are stinky and it started off as a joke...I would have a pug fart on the couch and mom & dad would say how much it stunk. Mom said it smelt like it was fresh and it was juicy. Honestly it smells worse than any dog or pug fart she's ever smelt on the face of the earth. I feel embarrassed every single time I fart.

This is pre juicy pug farts, right here I coulda ripped one in mama's face but I didn't.

I love laying on my mom's lap while she is playing on the computer and reading other pug blogs. Its my favorite place to lay down. Anywhoo, one night I felt a JPF coming on... and mom was wearing jammies that were flood pants (she swears they shrink everytime she washes them)... so I said pfft and let 'er rip. Bad idea. It really was a juicy pug fart. I ACTUALLY expelled some type of brown poop like watery substance on my mom's exposed ankle. I felt terrible, I mean I know she was joking about these juicy pug farts, I really didn't want to do it, but the body had to make a choice, either continue sleeping in my favorite lap and let 'er rip, or get up and be uncomfortable and cranky and expell a nice JPF on the floor. I close option A. My mom was peeved but laughed so hard and ran and told daddy as she sanitized her leg. I felt relief.

This is mid juicy pug fart....

And this... get ready...is after the juicy pug fart

Anyone else have the JPF problem, or am I alone?

Sleepy pug

Since it rained yesty, my mama took me to the dog park today for 2 hours to burn off my puglet energies. We met up with Penny and Bender and their mama and her mama, then right before we left my pal Cosmo showed up. He is my favorite boy puggy everrrrr. I love his snorts and his barks and how cute he is! We all did Pugtonas, including Bender because he secretly believes he's a pug too. Now this pug is gonna nap because I am tired!