Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Dontcha Just LOVE a New Bed?

Mommy went shopping online not so long ago. I am not sure of the occasion. I think it had something to do with FINISHING her TAXES.

In any case, she was feeling generous and took a stroll down the VIRTUAL AISLES of Pugs in the Kitchen.

We like to encourage local and cottage businesses, as you may know. PITK, as the business is affectionately known, is owned and run by some good PUG folk who we met RIGHT HERE IN BLOGVILLE from the blog The Pugs Strike Back. Nowadays, though, their time is consumed with PITK webpage, blog, Facebook page, Twitter account, and Instagram. You can find them here:

Website: www.pugsinthekitchen.com
Blog: http://www.pugsinthekitchen.com/blog.html
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/Pugs-In-The-Kitchen-194033040645543/?fref=ts
Twitter: @PugKitchen
email: info@pugsinthekitchen,com

They have TREATS that are OUT of this WORLD and they make them all themselves. . . in their kitchen. . . with fresh ingredients. . . they are SIMPLY AWESOME.

They also have other stuff like TOYS, Poop Bag HOLDERS, Tags, AWESOME BEDS. . . and more. We have ordered from them before and loves loves loves their products.

This time though Mommy was in a mood for something special A SCI FI mood, if you will. And she found something she KNEW I would like too. Here's a hint

Yesterday the BOX ARRIVED!!!

Mommy Opened it up and out popped a NEW BED for me with STAR TREK all over it!

This is how I spent the rest of the day while Mommy worked. I am thinking of doing the same thing today! I love my new bed.

Thank you PITK for being so AWESOME.

PeeEss: We did get some treats RIGHT away which is very unusual. But Mommy thought the new bed was a good enough occasion to celebrate with a TREAT. We chose

Sweet Potato Chicken Treats

Monday, February 8, 2016

The Super Bowl Should Be Called the Stupor Bowl

I don't know about you, but I am completely exhausted from all the Super Bowl 50 stuff. We at Casa de Noodles hosted a small party which was mostly Mommy #2, Auntie T and Auntie B's FRIENDS. Not a pup in the place except for Molly and myself. It was loud sometimes although no one was really interested in the game. Everyone is a Forty-Niner fan and they were not in the game. But the game WAS hosted by the SF Bay Area so it was very important to all of us.

Most of the whooping and hollering was during the commercials (a few winners like Ryanville - and a few losers like the diarrhea one) and the half time show. 

I found this one particularly disturbing and whined when it came on

No one really watches the Super Bowl for the music but over the years it has become more and more over the top. This year was no exception - other than the whole performance being shown. Coldplay was good BUT Bruno Mars and Beyonce KILLED it. Even I was dancing during their set.

But back to the party - there was so much food and I gotta admit, I kinda overdid it with the begging during the cooking. I can honestly say that I was FULL before the show began. I cannot impress on you enough just how extraordinary that fact is. I am a PUG and I was FULL and not STARVING.
Too weird.

Once the party would down and clean up completed, we all settled down for the night. Well, TRIED to - because at midnight the FIRECRACKERS began signifying THE YEAR OF THE MONKEY has begun.

 Happy and Prosperous New Year everyPUGGY!
新年快乐          Happy New 
Xīnnián kuàilè            

Friday, February 5, 2016

Lost - Thursday and . . . SUPER BOWL 50 Weekend is HERE!

This photo has no relevance to the topic. I just thought it was cute.
Did anypuggy notice I was MIA yesterday? It's so true it HURTS. My Mommy left the house at 7:30am and did not return until DINNER TIME. This is what happens a lot now that she works from home. . . I do NOT like it. You and I BOTH know the blog does not get posted without

So that's all I'm gonna say about that other than to inform you that I SLEPT away another day. And this one was a little warmer and a little riper for adventure. But - that's the end of this 
TELL. . . TAIL. . .TALE. . . Whatever!

I don't know if you are aware of this, but the SUPER BOWL is practically in MY BACK YARD! Yes, it is true. Levi Stadium is less than 10 miles and 22 minutes (without traffic) from my house. And you are right if you are thinking "But Noodles does not live ANYWHERE NEAR San Francisco!" Because - I don't and neither does Levi Stadium. Nope, the stadium lives at the END of the San Francisco Bay - over an hour away from San Francisco.

Look to the middle of the kidney shape to see SF and
below the end for SC

Luckily for us, Super Bowl City and all of the concerts are in San Francisco. Unfortunately for us, all of the traffic will be in our neighborhood.

But that's okay because Levi Stadium is a lovely venue and we are fiercely proud of it despite the inherent hassles of a pro-football stadium.

This view look West. I live East.

So are you ready for some FOOTBALL? I sure am. I loves loves loves the game and even though my BELOVED 49ers did not make it to the show THIS year, I am still a fan. We are having a party, by the way - just some friends of the family over for FOOD and FOOTBALL. I am betting after the second glass of wine, there will be ample food droppage to put Molly and myself into a FOOD COME.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Happy Groundhog Day

So. Did he he see his shadow? Or am I wearing this an additional 6 weeks of Winter!

Monday, February 1, 2016

Monday Went and Did It Again

Hmmmmmm - so the day went and did it AGAIN! It became Monday WAY too soon and WAY too fast. Oh, excuse me. That is redundant. I can't help it.

It is Monday.

So I started it like any other day with a pee and my breakfast IN THAT ORDER but exclusive of each other. I like routine. It keeps me sane.

BUT then it got all weirded out when Mommy #1 came down dressed in a strange outfit (something about Spirit Week) and Mommy #2 was up and dressed early with KEYS in hand. That was when I realized. . .

It isn't the WEEKEND anymore, Noodles!

I am trying to regain my bearings right now with a PILLOW and a serious NAP on the horizon. Perhaps when I awake the day will be TUESDAY and I will be reassured that a normal day will ensue.