Being watched

Ha, betcha you thought something creepy about that title huh?  Nope, just talking about what will happen when momuh and daduh go on vacation.  I'll be looked after by Karyn Stonehouse, the best doggy walker/petsitter in the world.  Her company is called Above and Beyond Dog Care and what she does for me is truly above and beyond.  Momuh and daduh trust her so much with taking care of me.  They know if anything happens to me that she'll take care of me without a doubt, just like her own doggies.  I mean after all, how can you not take care of someone as cute as me.

New food

So momuh and daduh are trying to figure out my tookus issues.  I'm on a new food and its the one that Dick Van Patten makes.  So far it has definitely changed things but we'll have to see if it is all for the better.    I've been off the medications to help things for a bit and it seems like the food is doing what it is supposed to do.  Maybe my little belly doesn't like fish ingredients very much.  That was the biggest ingredient in my other food, so hopefully that'll be it.  I'm too cute to constantly have issues with my rear end.

Updates and potties

So daduh just ran out and got me a new little bed to lay in.  My other one was getting kinda worn and was easy for me to chew through.  The new one is all nice and fluffy and wonderous!!

On a different note, I like to pee on tall grass.  I know other pugs do this as well, but I wonder sometimes if we are the only breed that does this.  I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that I'm not much taller than the grass I pee on, but something comes over me when I find a patch of unusually long grass.  I just have to pee on it.  That's how I roll.

Potato

Sometimes whenever I am being silly, momuh and daduh like to call me potato or tater.  I'm guessing this is cuz I am tan, small and round.  I guess it all depends on which spud we are talking about cuz some are darker than others.  Maybe a creamer potato perhaps?  That just doesn't roll off the tongue like tater does though.

Abuse

Last week when daduh was taking me on one of my midday constitutionals, we saw something that was really scary and sad.  As we were rounding the bend in our development, we saw a woman leaning over a dachsund and she wasn't happy at all.  She was yelling at it and then starting slapping it in the face for something.  She did this as daduh and I stared right at her and wasn't even slightly deterred by an audience.  Then when the dachsund saw me it came running over at me cuz it wasn't on a leash.  It bared it's teeth and growled at me. 

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention the 100+ lb great dane that was also not on a leash that belonged to this woman and came over toward me as well.  Not a fun walk.  Even better, this woman and her unleashed dogs don't even live in our development.  They just come over to use ours apparently.  As she walked away with the dachsund, the dane kept staring at me and wouldn't move or listen to her as she got further and further away.  Why do people think leash laws aren't for them to follow and especially on big, huge dogs like a dane.  I just don't get people sometimes.  I mean, us doggies are so cute, why would u wanna slap us around or worse, not leash us and potentially have us run away and get hit by a car. 

Showing off

I'm a smart pup!!  I just hide it a lot cuz I know I can get away with so much.  My cute little stocky body and wrinkles make me so irresistible that I can be a stinker and do things that I know I shouldn't, but will still get away with.  Every so often though, I let my intelligence show through.  For instance, I understand the command "Get your gator."  I can have a pile of toys laying around and if someone tells me to "get your gator," I know which toy it is and will come running over with that.  I just can't show off how smart I am all the time cuz then I won't get away with things as much as I'd like!

Perspective

From my perspective on the world, most everything is huge.  Being only a foot high presents challenges in life that you can't even imagine.  Despite this, I feel the need to act as if things aren't ever a problem.  I know that someone will lift me up and carry me to wherever I need to be if I can't get there myself.  You see, I'm just that adorable and I know it.  This is why I do stinkerish things.  I know in the end that I can get away with it.  This isn't something that will go away with age either.  I'll just grow gray on my jowls and look more "distinguished."