Murphy the pug

I am a good big brother…

As a big brother, I feel it is my duty to bestow my years of wisdom (hey, I’m 28 and a half in dog years) on my younger sibling.

This morning it was pouring rain for our walk. Mommy feared the worst: Duke would be a pee strike. But she’s relentless.

I tried to show Duke if you pee under the pine tree, you don’t get wet. He didn’t follow suit. So we trudged into the woods and he finally went. Mommy was so happy.

But it took him so long to pee, we were all soaked. Mommy had a coat on and daddy’s knit hat so she was ok, but we were wet pugs. Not a good thing! Pugs hate to be wet. It makes our fur frizzy.

Mommy ran to get us a towel. No need! I showed Duke how to jump on the couch and dry yourself off with the cover. At first he just watched me with interest. But soon my little brother caught on. He’s so smart!!

Mommy wasn’t as happy with my lesson. She kept trying to towel us off, but she just can’t get those hard to reach places we can by rolling around. By the way, our poof makes the best towel. It’s so absorbent! And the throw on the couch worked wonders, too. Mommy was not happy at first, but seeing Duke follow my lead made her laugh. That is until she found we had pooped on the floor. Party over!

I’m happy to pass these lessons on to my brother. It’s my job as the older one.

Next I shall teach him how to table surf for the taffy Auntie Heather brought Mommy and Daddy from Charleston. I learned this from Bonnie, my old foster sister. I believe she learned this from Nell’s guide to pro table surfing. Every pug should have a copy.