Bossin' the Ears

my mommy's at the house of mouse

she didn't bring me along

i'm plotting some kind of revenge

the sort you hear in song

it will be short and sweet

but get my point across

there will be no more mouse visits

because now i'm the boss

Tuckered Out From Too Much FOOD

Hi. How was your Easter?

Mine went very well, thank you. The weather was perfect. . . everyone was home. . . and there was FOOD everywhere. I mean candy, cookies, bread, steak, chicken, asparagus, and the list goes on. There was stuff we NEVER have in this household (steak) because half of the humans are vegheads and the other half does not eat red meat. So it was a treat for me and Molly. Some human - not my MOMMYS - kept sneaking me little bites of stuff.

I guess I looked hungry to them. . . or underfed. . . I think I am underfed but no one else usually does.

At one point a DROP of steak juice fell on my head. The splotch is still on my head pending a bath. Since my Mommys are going out of town for a few days (college visit and Disneyland) well. . . a bath ain't gonna happen. Mommy said that makes me a 

BONAFIDE MEATHEAD

I will take that as a compliment.

Who Wears It Better?

OR

Have a HAPPY EASTER everypuggy!!!

Why Are They Hiding (Easter) Eggs and WHY Can't I EAT Them?

Why do HUMANS hide Easter Eggs and why are these eggs plastic nonEATABLE kind of eggs?
I have pondered this for all of my 6+ years. Many an Easter morning I have wandered into the yard to sniff around. And what do I find?

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They don't look like eggs and they don't smell like eggs. Sometimes I move them around and they kind of rattle - which scares the pee outta me, I tell you.

I opened one up long ago and weird stuff fell out.

It was not food so it was of no value to me. And it was all metally smelling and scared me so I quickly returned to the house making like I was so happy just to be alive. And in truth, I was. But later in the day during the Easter Egg Hunt for Humans, one of the kids found the opened egg and got really really excited. I guess you gotta be human to be excited about that.

As I am writing this, it dawned on me that perhaps the Humans have Easter Egg Hunts because they are . . . hunts? Sometimes, and I am not talking Easter Sunday but sometimes on a random but sunny morning, I pretend to be a mighty HUNTER in the backyard. I skulk around behind bushes and lay low in the grass (before the drought when we had real grass). I sniff the air for "wild game" and stare long and hard into the shadows for movement. I never find anything. It is all for fun. 

I'm guessing this is what drives the Easter Egg Hunt - this innate need to hunt for FOOD or shelter or friends.

But why oh why are the EGGS all plastic?

First Quarter of 2016 - Gotta Get on Track Someday

Are you having as tough a time as I am? Here it is, almost the end of the THIRD month of 2016 and I am still trying to "figure it out." Mommy's home every day not so I've got that one down pat. I have a couple of beds near the office, should I choose, and the run of the house should I NOT choose. Mommy gets up a little later than before so I have adjusted my tummy for the extra time without FOOD. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. And the extra morning cuddle is sooooo WORTH it.

But what I haven't done is develop a plan for my day. I am still winging it and spend a lot of time pondering what to do next. It was easy before - I was stuck in my pen so I slept all day. Now I can go out and sit in the sun, I can pull all of the pillows off the couch, I can sit by Mommy's feet and beg for treats. . . the list goes on and on.

And at the end of the day, I don't have the sense of accomplishment that I used to have. This is MONTH THREE. . . almost FOUR. When am I going to get on Track?

Pugs are Polarizing

Have you ever noticed that there are pug people and non-pug people? From my vantage point, there is no in-between. You either LOVE PUGS or you simply DON'T.

Next time you are at a doggy (or kitty) play date, take note of the HUMAN behavior - especially if there is a PUG present. I am sure that you attend these once in a while.

In my experience, I have found that there are those who will SQUEAL (yes, I mean really squeal) with delight whenever I walk in the gate. And these same people will try to spirit me over to their laps (sometimes with treats . . . they always ask Mommy first). Once I am there, they FAWN over my soft fur, stroke and smell my velvety ears, and COO over my liquidy brown eyes. They cannot get enough of me.

Then there are the OTHER humans who kind of wrinkle up their noses when I come by (Hey! I smell like a DOG and not a like a beauty shop [Molly] maven). They lift their feet if I come walking around them AND they ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS start making a HUGE todo about Molly.

Now I am not saying that ALL non-pug owned people are the pug haters. Not at all! There are many DOG PEOPLE who happen to have other kinds of dogs and ALSO think PUGS RULE! Really. Those are my kinda people. They just love canines of all kinds and see the CUTENESS that is PUG.

It is just that there are those other HUMANS who just don't like pugs - no way around it. And I respect their right to not like PUGS. They are the ones who miss out.

Pugs are kind of like the BUTTAH of the pet world. They add that extra OOMPH to life.

Feeling Fartsy Artsy

I love ART. Don't you? Good art makes your soul soar and bad art makes your funny bone tickle. It works on all emotional levels. I cannot imagine a world without ART.

I admit I am very attached to the Impressionists like Monet. His art, especially the Giverny series of garden scenes, really appeals to my garden-love. Really! I can feel the warm sunshine in his pictures. I can smell the different flowers he painted as if I were standing in a sun-kissed garden in the summer. The deep musky scent of the earth rising up through the grasses gives me tingling in my toes and makes me want to run through the meadows.

That said, I like a lot of modern art as well. There was a nature movement way way back before I was born that focused on the ocean, dolphins and whales. Notable artists like Robert Wylend, Duane Armstrong, and George Sumner created ocean scenes that are as fantastical as they are realistic. We have a couple of paintings in our house and every time I gaze upon them I swear I can smell the salt air and hear the lull of the pounding surf. I loves loves loves the beach as you all know and that makes these paintings all the more special to me. I can look at them and imagine I am sitting in the shade on the warm sand just smelling the ocean air. Ahhhhhhh.

Then there is kid art. I kinda love it a lot. Lucky for me I have kids in my home who are a continuing source of artwork. The above portrait was just done by the Lil' One, Good, huh? I really like the way she captured my ears. I was being a bit of a Licky Lou at the time and that is why she drew my tongue out. Normally you would never know I had the cutest tongue in the world.

So that's my take on the art scene. I know there is a lot more art and artists out there that command our attention. And someday, I know I will stumble upon it, ponder it, absorb its essence . . . you know. . . love it.