Not really sure where Stan's thinking is here, he is either thinking "Hey, look at me and see what a dapper gentleman I am!" or he is thinking "What in the world are they doing to me now?" I will have to ask him and get back to you on this.
Have you ever seen such beautiful teeth? I do love a man that is not afraid to show his teeth like this!
I am not sure what poor Stan did here to get thrown in the slammer, but we don't judge him because at one time or another it seems all of us pugs end up in the slammer for something. My Grammy says Stan is a real gentleman, I think maybe he could teach me some manners, Mom says the terrible two's don't just apply to children, she knows now they apply to pugs as well. Unfortunately the vet backed her up on this so I really have no defense for my behavior now.
See how nicely he is waiting on his cookies to get done? He calls Grammy Mom-Mom and she was making him cookies. He is one lucky pug to have those home-made cookies. Mom keeps saying she is going to try to make me some but....well....let's just say I have a few reservations about her dog baking abilities.
I am not sure what is going on here but it is my favorite picture of Stan. It does have the ring of "mug shot" to it and I do see another jail cell in the background. I am going have to talk to Grammy about this and find out the story, cause my poor Stan looks a little scared and we all may have to form a gang to go rescue him.
Now tell me, is this not one beautiful pug? I think he is.
I wanted to tell you a little about my treatments, there has been a lot going on here and Mom's been kinda down so she hasn't been up to par on the blogging as she usually is. The last treatment went so well and I was able to go an extra two weeks without any help with my clotting, first time since treatment I have been able to do that. The vet is sure a cure for me is right around the corner or at the very least I will be able to finally maybe only have to have a treatment once every year or two. I was finally able to go outside for a walk and it was heaven until some hound dog howled and scared the bejeezus out of me. You guys ever heard one of them howl? It's the stuff nightmares are made of! Anyway, this week I was suppose to have another treatment and they wanted to move the port, the vet thinks it is getting clogged because it isn't placed just right. Mom's nervous and scared because they have to put me to sleep again to do it but I will be fine. I am tough, a super hero in pink! I don't think I am having my treatment next week though, it may have to wait another week, Mom went to the store this morning and a tire blew out, it can't be fixed and the guy told her she has another one about to go also and the other two aren't far behind. So she is going to have to wait until next week for payday to fix the one tire and in the meantime she is running around here sniffling and snuffling and mumbling something about a wing and a prayer on the other three tires and one step forward and two back. Why in the world is the silly woman taking one step forward and two backwards, doesn't she realize that isn't going to get her anywhere very fast? Geez...sometimes I wonder about the wiring in her head.
Good news, well for Mom anyway, I am not so sure about it yet. Mom has been working really hard on my leash training. There are so many exciting things outside that I just want to see them all and have a tendency to run ahead or try to run circles around whoever has the leash. Mom pulled out the whole "Your going to listen to me Lola" game, only this time she mean business. No amount of kisses, tilted heads or cute looks backed her down. It was like a show down at the OK Corral. I stood my ground as long as I could, I will even admit to a small amount of whining. She came out like Predator and said "Not this time little lady, you will walk on this leash right or you don't walk at all". I'm a little stubborn so we didn't walk at all for quite sometime, just stood there on the sidewalk looking like idiots, but then I realized Mom doesn't really care if she looks like an idiot so this could go on forever and sometimes you just have to give in. Yes, pug buddies, I caved, gave it up, turned yellow belly. I walked very nicely beside and slightly behind her for the whole walk! She called it a miracle and a victory. I promptly came in the house and totally destroyed Tucker's bed. Hey, I had to hang on to my reputation somehow! She left me no choice. Mom's all like "Don't you feel bad, now Tucker doesn't have a bed", I'm all like "So, who cares?", then Mom's all like "Look how sad he looks!" and I'm all like "Mom, he's a Chupacabra, he doesn't even need a bed, they're like wild or something". I may be walking on that leash properly, but I still have my street cred!
Hi there Lola!!! Stan Milhous here. Mom-mom said to tell you that I walk real nice on the leash for her. I don't want to make her fall cause I think she's maybe 200 years old. But I do not walk nice for my daddy.ReplyDelete
200 yrs old? Wow! Mom's only 150 yrs old but says I am making her old before her time too. I think she is using me as an excuse. Then she has the nerve to tell me I might want to consider using her Oil of Olay!ReplyDelete
Thank you for sharing the story about Stan.
He is quite interesting looking.
I am not so good on walking on my leash either.
Life is so challenging sometimes.
I hope your momma gets to feeling better. And I hope the tires behave themselves.
Thanks Tweedles! I'm pretty sure leashes were made for horses and things, I think they should be outlawed for use by pugs.Delete
Well Stan looks a little bug eyed, maybe he is on a sugar high from eating to many of the cookies Grammy makes! That wing and a prayer stuff works.ReplyDelete
Sweet William The Scot
I never thought of that William, it could be cookies, but Grammy would never give him too much of anything that would hurt him.Delete
Lola, that is one handsome cousin you have! And I love his name too! I think about you often and am praying that you will be cured soon. Keep us updated.ReplyDelete
I love his name too. Thank you for thinking about me and praying for me. I sure do miss Payton!Delete
Lola that is a very handsome cuz you have...i really liked the bow tie, i know very few boys that will actually wear a tie, or any clothes in fact...my brother rips his off whenever mom tries to spiff him up...he is more the jimmy dean loner type...i really like your jewels on your page it is very pretty. I have just started to blog...please join my page....stella roseReplyDelete
Hi Stella Rose, I will most definitely pop on over to your blog so I can get to know you. I love new friends. Thanks so much for coming by. If you hang around you will find my page changes often, Mom sits here and gets bored and then the thought comes to her mind..."I know I will go mess with the blogs and change all their backgrounds!" As a matter of fact she was mumbling something about redoing them again today.Delete
Oh, he's so cute! Now I want family members of the pug persuasion.ReplyDelete
Everyone needs a pug Stephanie, they are the clowns of the dog world.Delete
We are glad that the treatments are going well ... we have all been worried about you and praying for you to get better!ReplyDelete
Stan Milhous is one lucky pugger and he sure is cute! Love his smile!!!
Pug Hugs ~ Zoe, Peyton, Webster & Liberty
Stan is a very handsome fellar & we too love his teeth. We are sending big hugs your way & hope that your health gets all straightened out soon.ReplyDelete