Murphy the pug
Monday, January 29, 2007
I’m counting my blessings….
Mommy and I went on a road trip yesterday so that her friend could look at a new puppy. It wasn’t a pug puppy but there were some pugs at this place. They were outside and it was pretty cold. Mommy said she felt bad for them. One of them, a black one, didn’t even have a name. I feel bad for them too. Mommy said I came from a “less than desirable breeder” too and my pug parents were probably living like these pugs. Mommy gave me a bath and extra kisses last night and said even though my background is kind of shadey, she never regrets getting me.
Here are the pugs we saw. . .
I was wondering why they didn’t have a nice harness on like me. Mommy said they probably never get nice long walks.
This poor pug didn’t even have a name. Mommy said she could have the name “Porter.”
Thursday, January 25, 2007
My new quilt
Mommy got a package in the mail today and there was a surprise for me! A new quilt! I’m such a lucky pug. Thank you Miss Martha!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
More pictures of Echo the pug
Echo!
Echo and his big brother Rudy:
Monday, January 22, 2007
Look at Echo!
Mommy’s friend at work just got this new pug puppy. I met him before and I think he’s pretty cool. Introducing Echo:
Thursday, January 18, 2007
I’m a good foster brother
Coley may be a girl, but she sure can cuddle.
Ok fine, she is a little bit cute
Mommy made my foster sister a new blankie. She really likes it. She does kind of look cuddley in it, huh? This morning she decided I was more cuddley than her blanket though. (I didn’t really complain since it was chilly this morning.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
A Tribute to Seniors
I’m posting this on Murphy’s blog. He gave me permission. There is a remarkable woman on my pug board that takes in all the pugs that people put their noses up at. “Give me your tired your poor....”
She took in John Ott in 2005 with another older pug, Thalia. John Ott a brave senior fawn pug whose had a rough life. Ellen of the Tall Grass posts the most wonderful stories about him and the rest of her gang. Here is a post from yesterday:
“No one, now alive on this planet, knows how old John Ott really is. His gait is far from spry, he is blind and has been so for since before I met him. But no one has ever quantified his courage or devotion to duty. Last night was cold, raw cold, and rather than sleep on the big bed I chose to sleep wrapped up in an old quilt on the love seat in the front room. A few of the pugs slept beside me, under an edge of the quilt. But John Ott not finding me asleep in bed beside his thick quilt covered cushion, limped and staggered out to be with me. And I found him wrapped inside my quilt, asleep at my feet this morning. A loving gesture from a brave dog. Think senior, think rescue.”
In rescue we find so many seniors are cast aside when they are beyond their “prime.” I think the senior years are the prime time. They are loyal and loving, calm and comforting. Think about offering a retirement home to a loving senior pug.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Look at her belly!
When I started to get chubby, Mommy put me on a diet. Coley is getting very chubby and Mommy just feeds her more! RUDE! I have no idea what puppies have to do with her belly. Mommy said she’d tell me all about the birds and the bees later.
Here’s me being a little devil. Come on Mom! Trade you for a cookie!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Mom’s signature picture
Mom’s friend on her pug board made this new picture signature for her. I think it’s pretty neat.
Monday, January 08, 2007
I hope Mommy doesn’t see this article.
I did not making losing weight one of my new year’s resolutions. Instead, I resolved to continute annoying my “Uncle” Manny and terrorizing Maxwell. So far so good. I was going to resolve to bug my foster sister, but she’s pregnant, hormonal and not to be messed with, especially when she’s eating. Women!