Greetings humans. Today I have conquered the food lady. She lets me sit at the table now, like the civilised creature I am. I drink wine and wait patiently to be served. I try to avoid putting my elbows on the table, but unfortunately my arms are freakishly long for a pug. The humans call me Dudley, and think it’s hilarious. Little do they know that the next evolutionary step is thumbs… Then we’ll see who’s laughing.
The reason I don’t get to post as much lately is because every time my human tries to take a nice picture of us, the small pug ruins it. Every. Time.
I keep telling her that it’s MY blog and so it should really be about ME and so she doesn’t need pictures of the small pug, but apparently I have to share. Stupid small pug. (He’s actually taller than me now… But I am still the boss)
Oh, the indignity of it all. The not so small pug is so uncouth. Close your eyes and put your tongue away, I tell him. I might as well be talking to a human for all the notice he takes. I guess I’ll just have to sit and suffer in silence. I’ll adopt my very best inscrutable look whilst I contemplate and pretend I’m a canine Buddha. Clearly, I have the wisdom and the wrinkles. I’m just not quite so bald.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Sybil And Watson - the Yin and Yang of Pugdom…
She’s gone again. Off to see her friend with the big dogs this time. One of them isn’t well, and apparently we’re too boisterous to be around him. Really? You can see how boisterous we are….
So the small pug is getting bigger. He’s almost as tall as me now (some may say too tall) but he’s nowhere near as round. I keep hearing the humans talk about fattening him up but as yet I have seen no evidence of extra treats. I guess once he isn’t small anymore I might have to start using his name?
My human has gone away again, this time she said she won’t be back until the weekend. She’s gone to the place with the other dogs, where I sometimes get to go. Apparently I can’t come because the small pug isn’t ready to have holidays yet. So now I’m staying at home with the other humans, babysitting the small pug, when I could be hanging out with two giant dogs with giant noses. And their super cool human who gives me all the snuggles. Stupid small pug. Hurry up and come home, human.
Hi there. This is a plea to all the humans and pugs out there - can you help us? Our human doesn’t seem to love us anymore. I mean… she still snuggles and stuff, but nowhere NEAR as much as normal. We think she loves her books and her computer more than us. Which I mean… the books must be really good, because look at these faces. And we can’t even really figure out why she loves the books, because she never really looks happy to be hanging out with them. Not like when we’re playing frisbee and chewing her shoelaces (disclaimer: only the small pug does this). The small pug even tried chewing some of the books, just to see if they were extra tasty and maybe that’s why she likes them… But he said they weren’t even that great. Not as good as the gross bits of wood he keeps snaffling in the garden.
Do any other pugs have this problem? How far do we have to tilt our heads to get her to love us the most again? She keeps saying we (I know she really means only me) are still her favourites… But we miss our human.
Wow! My humans are all excited because of this. I can’t see why because it has nothing to do with cheese.
Anyway, they tell me I should say thank you to every one of you that follows my life’s little trials (especially the little black one). So, thank you all.
Now can I have the cheese?
The small pug is so sneaky. When we’re pug running around, he dives under the table and lies in wait on the shelf. I can’t get under there because my human won’t stop feeding me, so I just have to wait… And then I walk past, to get to the water bowl or whatever, and POUNCE. The small pug is attached to my cheeks.