Spa Dog

Today I had to help my mom.  I think she really can't do anything without me!  What did she do before I came to live here?  Those cats won't help her, that's for sure.

She had to check the hooks on the paintings hanging at a nice skin spa in Hingham, MA.  It was roaring rain today - worst flooding in 100 years in Rhode Island, where we live.  Mom patted me in the car and said "Don't worry.  I'll drive SO carefully!"  And she did.

She brought my bed to the spa so I wouldn't be tempted to jump on the nice soft beds.  How do I KNOW they are soft?  I guessed.  Hear me?  I said I GUESSED.  I sat in the waiting room for her to do her work.  Then I helped her get completely soaked while I insisted I could get in the car myself in the torrential rain.  

It was fun!

These Weekends Are Killing Me

I'm like a therapy dog.  Not a real one, because those (dopey) dogs have to walk past THREE bowls of food to get certified.  But if you're lonely, or if you need someone warm and fuzzy to snuggle with, or if you run TWENTY ONE miles and just want someone soft to comfort you - I'm your man.  I mean, I'm your dog.  This weekend my Molly ran for 21 miles.  All at once!  If I find out who was chasing her I'm going to bite them - hard!

I hung out with her and Mike all weekend.  I ate a lot of carrots.  I don't know why.

My mom says the 'stuff' that comes out the back end of me is very, very bright orange.  I say it's none of her business.  Kind of a personal thing to talk about, you know?

When I'm with my family I give it my all.  Mom took this photo of me as we drove OUT of the driveway at Molly's!   I'm going to nap now... I'm exhausted!

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

I.  Just.  Met.  A.  Pug.  Named.  Frankenstein....

not kidding

Rain, Rain, Go Away...

Bored.  Wet and cold and rainy out.

  I do not go out in this weather unless dragged.  Mom says my baldder CANNOT hold for more than 14 hours.  I beg to disagree.  I can hold for 20 hours.  Or until this driving rain stops.  Just leave me with a shoe and an empty water container in my little bed and leave me alone.  

Tell me when the sun comes out....

Dog Of The Wild

I know that a lot of people think of pugs as 'city dogs', 'lap dogs' or 'pets', but my mom knows this about me:  I am a true Dog Of The Wild.

Take, for example, the area in my town called 'Seapowet', which is, I think the name the Native Americans gave it.  It's very marshy and still wild, although there are farms nearby this beautiful, if rocky, beach.

If I can, I JERK the leash out of mom's hands... and RUN... like a crazy dog... down the beach -towards - THE END OF THE EARTH!

No, seriously, there's no road, no sidewalk, nuthin'!  Just water, water, water (which, in case you didn't know, ALSO doesn't scare me.  Unless there are fish in it.  I'm pretty sure there are no fish here, because there are a LOT of fishermen here... keeping the coast clear for pugs.).

THEN... in case you doubted for a MINUTE my fearlessness.... we crossed over to the swampy part... a 'wildlife (that's ME) refuge'.  Here I am showing mom there is nothing, nothing to be afraid of at this edge of the marsh, where there's a big drop into the water...

And then, because my mom can read (and, so what that I can't - do you know any dogs that can?) she saw on this little sign that to be in this area you should be wearing 200 square inches of NEON ORANGE....   YIKES!  Even I know that means you could get SHOT here!  

So while I was most DEFINITELY not scared, I found my Blue Baby and spent a while with him.  I'll get my orange jacket and go BACK there someday, too!  You'll see!

My Friend, Ebony

It's been fine weather these last few days.  And I was looking at my blog and noticed - I'm alone in so many of the shots - I bet you guys think I only have 'virtual' friends - NOT so!  I have a bunch of friends in the neighborhood, and in the studio neighborhood as well.  

Here's my best friend, Ebony, when she hears us come down the street towards her house.

She gets up, bad hip and all, and RUNS to see me. (My Mom thinks she's runs for HER, but I think that's only because there's cookies in Mom's pockets...).

I have learned to stand very still until she comes up to me, because when I jump on her (like I really, really want to do, to be taller than her), she loses her balance, and Mom said it hurts her a little.

But she's always so kind to me... she whispers "You're a good boy, Paco... You're my favorite friend..." And then I'm happy all day, and try to be so good when my Mom walks me over to the beach!

Wordless Wednesday (A Birthday Card Mom Received)