Murphy the pug

The Mommy

Monday, June 30, 2008

I told you I was smart!!

I proved what a smart pug I am yesterday at a tricks context with Mommy.

I got an award for the most complicated. I did turns and high fives and shakes, and I ended it all with my signature trick, balancing a cookie on my nonexistent nose and flipping it in my mouth. The crowd when wild!

I got a medal and a basket of goodies. I’m gonna be a star!

So there, Daddy!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Not to easy, is it Mom?

Mommy thought that getting her annual Christmas card was going to be easy with a few liver treats. WRONG! That little one is my new foster sister, Bonnie and Manny is the reindeer. I’m the distinguished-looking Santa. Grandma was laughing at us during the photo shoot but The Mommy has some choice words. I hope Santa didn’t hear her!

Click on the picture to make it bigger!

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Another year of Halloween torture…

Monday, September 24, 2007

It’ll be here soon….

That time of year when Mommy tortures the pugs. I have heard mumblings about a hard hat and a tool belt. Can someone please save me. (I know Manny’s in for it, too, but it’s every pug for himself this time of year.)

2005:

2006:

Poor Manny, but he did make an amusing pumpkin:

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Leave it up to Mommy

Mommy went far away and left me for a whole week to visit a friend. I had to stay with Grandma and put up with Manny for a week. But I got lots of treats and love, so it was ok.

Mommy said she met a nice man on her flight who had two pugs, Annabelle and Isabelle. Larry, Mommy said if you email her pictures of your girls, she’d post them on my site. Normally I don’t like girls too much, but since you’re pretty far away, I think I’ll be safe from the cooties. You can send her to pictures to samantha at newsie96 dot com.

I can’t wait to see your girls!

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

The V-E-T

Mommy took me to the v-e-t today (I’m no dummy, I know what that spells) for a check up. It was awful. First the vet tech took me in back and CLIPPED MY NAILS! She told Mommy I wasn’t a good boy but she gave me a cookie anyway.

Then Dr. H was checking my knees and I yelped. He said he didn’t hurt me. I beg to differ.

Then Mommy and Dr. H discussed this new shot and then I heard Mommy say, “Can you give him a shot of Benadryl first?” An extra shot? Was she nuts?

So, today I got three shots. I put up a good fight (they had two techs holding me) but I still got shot. And rumor has it I have to go back in two weeks.

Oh, and I got my bum squeezed. RUDE! Anyone want to adopt a poor pug like me?

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Murphy’s Law

Don’t rollover, don’t play dead, begging on command is out and NEVER speak on command. Make Mommy work her butt off to get the simple things like “left turn” and “say your prayers.”

However, do display that you are brilliant by doing one of the hardest tricks. Balance that treat on your mush, because you have no snout, and leave it there until she says “free”! Mommy will shower you with kisses and hugs and tell you you’re the smartest pug in the state.

Keep ‘em guessing, but always give them a good show.

Yours truly,
Murphy B.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Flirting machine

It was a hot day yesterday, but the evening proved to be a cooler one so Mommy and I headed to the park for a walk. Mommy had her iPod and I had lots of sniffing to do.

We met a few new doggie friends and at the end of our walk, we met Tansy, a pretty little pug from a neighboring town. Tansy’s owner and Mommy rushed over to each other meet and greet. She was a nutty pug person, too. 

I told her all about our local pug meets and Pug Village. All the while Tansy and I were flirting up a storm. I showed her some of my tricks like down, high five, wave and my crawl. Tansy was in awe. Then she discovered Mommy had dried beef lung and the flirting with me ended. Ah well, WOMEN! 

But it was a great night for pug love. Tansy was a pretty little thing and her mom kept oohing and aahing over how handsome I was. Ah, young love.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Deal or No Deal?

Mommy and I play a great game. It’s called Deal or No Deal. I bring her something I shouldn’t have and see if she’ll offer a cookie for me to let it go. I’m really good at it. I always take the deal, but she always offers a good treat. She offered me a sweet deal for this tiny piece of paper.

If I were on t.v., I’m sure I’d come home with a million. Imagine how many treats that would buy me. Oh, the puggie doughnuts I could eat with all that!

Monday, June 04, 2007

Another month without a seizure…

Mommy is every excited that I’ve gone another month without any seizures. I think this deserves a cookie.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

It’s good to be king…

Mommy got me this new bed at the dog show this weekend. I love it. I makes a great throne.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Mommy’s sick…

Mommy had a bad migraine today. She came home from work and threw up. She laid down on Grandma’s couch and I snuggled up with her. Grandma had chips and dip but I didn’t budge. Mommy needed me to nurse her back to health. She said she appreciated it.

She’s still sick. I need to get her off to bed. Poor Mommy.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Mommy wants to know what’s up?

Mommy and I had rally class today. I wasn’t in the mood to be on. She even brought steak as a lure, but I wasn’t having it. I didn’t heel or sit well. I was all over the course. I don’t care, I wasn’t in the mood. She sighed and we pressed on.

After our turn in the long course, we sat it the grass. I thought I was going to get a lecture. I didn’t. She rolled me over and gave me the best darn belly rub. I rolled around and kissed her and she laughed.

After class we went into the humane society (we have class outside) to see all the homeless pets. I felt bad for them. Mommy got a little sad when she read each description about how each pet came into the center. “Moved, couldn’t care for, found as a stray, allergies....” the list goes on and on. Mommy fell in love with a white German Shepherd. She said if we had a yard with a fence, I’d have a bigger brother or sister. But for now, she passed each cage and told each dog not to worry, they’d find a better home.

Now I know why Mommy helps pugs. She wants them to have the best life. I think I have the best life now. If I poop on the floor, Mommy doesn’t scold me. I have a basket full of toys that have been loved lots. I eat good food and Mommy buys me gourmet treats. Each night Mommy tucks me and and says, “I love you smoosher,” and I give her a sigh. Life is good. I think I’ll give Mommy and extra kiss tonight. 

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

April has come and gone I had didn’t have any seizures!

Mommy is so excited that today is May 1st, and I went a whole month without any seizures. Of course, I’m more excited that May 1 means in two days it will be my birthday. I wonder what Mommy will give me. I hope I don’t have to share with Howie. He’s a pain in my butt.

Mommy said I’ll be “legal” in dog years. I wonder if I get a Murphy’s Irish Stout all to myself? Maybe Auntie and I can hit the bars together. I can’t drive, so she’ll have to be the DD. This is going to be great!

P.S. I’m sorry you can’t comment on this post but I still have spammers trying to pawn their Viagra on me. Do you really think a stud muffin like me needs that little blue pill? PLEASE!

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Horrible Situation in Las Vegas Shelter

A shelter in Las Vegas is changing it’s euthanization policy. Instead of waiting 120 days, they are going to euthanize the pets after 72 hours. And this shelter does not work with local rescues! The details are here:

http://www.reviewjournal.com/lvrj_home/2007/Feb-15-Thu-2007/news/12604599.html

And the city of Las Vegas’ mayor, Oscar Goodman’s e-mail is: . Mommy sent him an e-mail. Not sure if it will help, but it won’t hurt!