I May Be a Martyr!

While looking back through some pictures I realized today just how much I put up with around here.  Not all of it is caught on film, I'm too fast for that.  Since Mommy made me post that blog about biting her I think it only fair that I have equal time to redeem myself.  I give up a lot around here for the good of others.  I think I may even be a Martyr in this house!

The Many Ways I'm Nice

I always let My Boy take the first bite of something to eat before I put on my sad face and guilt him into sharing.  I'm nice like that.

I always let my Mommy choose the pillow first, I don't always agree with her choice and sometimes have to take it away from her, but it's the thought that counts.  Right?

I wait patiently for Mommy to take the tags off my new toys before I destroy them.  My little way of saying "thank you" to her.

I never, ever steal food straight out of their hands like Tucker does, I politely wait until they leave the room.

I only jump in the bathtub with Mom once or twice now when she is bathing, I use to just jump in and out the whole time she was taking her bath.  That is a major accomplishment for me.  I'm still working on that "screaming when the bathroom door closes" thing.  But hey, at least I'm willing to work on it!

I have eliminated the coffee table on the course of the Pugtona.

I have not ate a cell phone in months now, although that new Android looks pretty shiny to me. I will win this battle and continue to resist.  After all, I am an iPhone lover and refuse to go to the dark side like Mommy did.

I no longer scream at every person that walks in the front door.  I realize now they are NOT all the devil coming to take me away forever.  But that kid with the funny hat that hangs out with My Boy?  Yeah, I'm still not so sure about him.  I swear his eyes really do glow red when Mommy's not looking and yesterday I think I heard him growl.

I let Mommy play her beloved Bejeweled on her cell phone whenever she wants now. All I ask is that I be allowed to sit as close to her as possible and lick the screen from time to time.  I really don't think that is asking too much.

I no longer collapse into fits of hysteria when the ice maker drops a load of ice into the tray.  I now suffer in silence.

I don't hunt bugs outside to kill anymore.  I leave them alone until they come to me.  I realize this could just be laziness, but until I'm sure I will list it as one of my redeeming qualities.

I snuggle my Mommy anytime she wants.

I give the best Pug kisses in town!

I rock my pj's.

I love My Boy beyond all reason!

I only ate half of the stick of margarine my Mommy dropped on the floor, I could have been rude and sucked the whole thing down before she got to me, but I didn't.

I happily share my beloved popcorn.

I always howl at scary movies to protect my Mommy from whatever might come out of that screen and snatch her.  There is just something about a nicely made up zombie that scares the beejeezus out of me!

As long as he stays in the fireplace, behind the glass doors, I will continue to let Other Pug live here.

I stopped tearing up and eating toilet paper in front of Mommy.  I prefer to do this in private now so as to not cause my Mommy's heart to race too fast and make her out of breath while she runs to try and catch me. I'm only thinking of her.

I don't make a mad dash and grab things out of the refrigerator every time they open the door any more.  I sit by and quietly wait until one of them leaves it open long enough to turn around and get something off the counter before I move in.  I feel this is only common manners that every pug should exercise.

I don't take all my Mommy's money out of her purse, only the bills.  I always leave the coins for her to use in  the vending machines if she wants too.

I could go on all day about my redeeming qualities, like all pugs, I have so many there just isn't room to list them all.

My Boy messing with my ears,he says it gives me that "French Bulldog Look"

Then I give him a big kiss!

My mesmerizing eyes!

Again, those eyes!

This one isn't very clear, but Mommy loves it anyway.  Snuggling is good!

Now, if you will excuse me, this Martyr needs a nap!