Murphy the pug
Saturday, December 23, 2006
My new foster sister Coley
This is my new foster sister Coley. She’s here and done plenty of kissing up to Mommy. Mommy keeps calling her “my little mommy.” It’s pathetic. But I must be nice, Santa is watching. And besides, she needs some extra love. Mommy said Coley may be a mommy soon herself.
Happy Holidays!
Manny and I would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas! (I’m on the left, the cute one!)
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Be safe this Christmas
Mommy rarely lets me have goodies from the holiday table. It stinks, but she doesn’t want me to be sick.
Here’s an article on how your mommies and daddies can keep you safe.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Mommy’s not feeling the spirit of Christmas
She’s brought a tree inside the house for the third year in a row that I’m not allowed to pee on, and now she’s saying some very bad words about the lights. I’m not allowed to repeat those words, but it’s not pretty. Apparently she put them on wrong and has to take them ALL off. She’s not a happy camper.
Just when she got the lights ok, more bad new struck. She was putting the ornaments on, singing her favorite carol, “Jingle Bell Rock” and she went running away from the tree screaming like a girl. Something about there being spiders all over the top. She ran into the bathroom and got hair spray to, what, set the little spiders’ hair? I’m not sure, but she was spraying the three. Then grabbed the vacuum. I’m not sure it’ll suck the tree up, but I’m just a pug, who was I to argue.
There was no end to this comedy of errors at that point. She called Grandma and told her to look out and mumbled something about using “the cheap hairspray that she had at that jerk’s house because she wasn’t wasting her $20 a bottle salon stuff on stupid spiders.” Then she sprayed the bug spray she sprays on herself when she walks me in the woods. Then she snapped on the vacuum with the crevice tool and yelled “DIE SPIDER SCROOGES, DIE!”
And now she’s mad because the house does not smell like pine trees and Christmas, but instead like the haircare aisle in our local drug store. She’s mumbling something about having to buy a new Yankee Candle to get the smell back in.
And in the middle of all this, the tree almost came down. If she didn’t lose it then, I think we’ll make it through the season.
The night ended with Mommy is under the tree, watering it with her hood up so those “$%#ING BUNGING JUMPING SPIDERS” couldn’t get her.
They say the holidays does weird things to ya.