The Moral of Thanksgiving

OK, so last week we had this holiday called Thanksgiving, I'm sure you have all heard of it. I must admit the symbol of a turkey is far more attractive to me than the fat man in the red suite, but that's a different story. That turkey never complains about being eaten, I know, I know he's already dead and can't complain but still you would at least think he would be standing in the pen screaming "Take Turkey Todd, he is a lot fatter than me!!!" But he takes it like a man and just stands there until they scoop him up. Yep, I have respect for that Thanksgiving turkey I ate this year.

Turns out the fat man in the red suite doesn't like it when cute baby pugs, OK I admit I exaggerated, big fat pugs with attitude, there I confessed, you happy? Anyway this fat man get's a wee bit upset when you grab his beard and make a run for it, it went quite some distance before I lost control of my end and it snapped back on his face. Damn elastic! I really liked that beard and wanted it for my very own. Now I am in trouble with Mom again for trying to steal and she says she isn't taking me to PetSmart to see Santa this year. She is in there grumbling about how she hopes her next pug is fit to take in public without some major embarrassment or theft going on.

She has been a little upset since I got into the carton of whippy and ate all of it, then did the pugtona until I had time to lick it off my face before she could catch me and wash that beautiful nectar off, I didn't want to miss one single lick of that whippy! Oh yeah, oh yeah! I won, I won! Advise to all pug Mom's out there, don't put the whippy on the bottom shelf of the fridge. WE can reach it and WE can open it. Again I was accused of theft.

But I digress, back to Thanksgiving. We had a bunch of people in our house. At first I was excited to see all those purses flowing in the door, I figured I could rifle through all of them before being caught because everyone was busy. But Mom outsmarted me, she had them all put in a bedroom and the door shut. No she din't! Yes, she did! Of course she also announces that I am a thief and will steal something if they aren't behind closed doors. Where is this woman's head,? I could have had her a nice stash by the time they all left, all safe and sound under the blanket in my crate. She told me later it was more than a little embarrassing to have to explain what the noise was as I was body slamming that door to get in the room.

Then there were the feet. I suggest if you don't want a pug to sniff your toes then leave your damn shoes on! I do think the one guy, the really ugly one learned his lesson when he kicked out at me over it and Mom literally had a "Come to Jesus" meeting with him in front of everyone.

And people, people, people if you don't want the pug following you outside the door every time it is opened then don't open the stupid thing. I WILL watch for my chance and I WILL take it. I'm pretty sure all PetSmart stores teach a  "How To Exit Any Door With a Pug In The Room" class. Sign up.

As far as circling the table while your eating, please remember I could have been rude and jumped up on you barking, but I didn't. I was simply protecting Mom's floor and your health. I looked at you people and some of you didn't have the look of intelligence emanating from you, how could I be sure you didn't try to eat the silverware too and need CPR or something? Some of you had mouths far bigger than mine so I was pretty sure half of anything you ate was going to end up on Mom's clean floor, I was simply on guard for any stray food that hit the floor. Otherwise Mom is going to bring out that damn mop and I really hate that mop. I was hoping Mom would snap and just kill the screaming babies, oh my God, I can't even describe the screaming babies! Now the quite babies were Ok, except I did have a little problem telling the difference between chubby Evan and the turkey, it was only the movement of his head that kept it straight for me.

I did rather like it when Mom got tired of the "she's so ugly she's cute", "she looks like she ran into a car", "how do they breath", "they don't even look like a real dog, more like a monkey", etc. comments and told everyone I was her baby and she thought I was beautiful, just like they mistakenly think their kids are beautiful. She told them that one more word relating to my looks would cause her to have to start taking pot shots at their kids and she would tell them exactly what she thought of the way their kids look. Since Mom isn't a kid person this could  have ended really nasty. But they all got the not so subtle hint Mom gave and stopped with the comments.

Now old Turdley was in Mom's room behind closed doors when all this was going on because he has a touch of Hannibal Lector in him and can't be trusted not to rip out an ankle, he would do more but unfortunately ankles are all he can reach. I really liked how Mom "delayed" the guy at the door that had been rudest about me the whole day, just long enough for My Boy to go open her bedroom door and release the beast aka The Chupacabra. Who, as expected, made a beeline for the ankles.  I doubt he comes back to visit anytime soon.

So the moral of Thanksgiving is:
You just don't mess with my Mom over her babies.

Discussions With Mom About My "Habits"

It's been a long time since I have posted, it's all Mom's fault. She has been blah, blah, blah...depressed...blah. There enough said.

I also had a rather nasty round with my last treatment and spent about a week in the hospital and had to have some extra things done. But right now I'm doing pretty good and can even play with the Chupacabra again, when I want too, which isn't often. I am a little worried thought that they gave me something at the hospital because I find myself being much nice to him since I have been home. I could understand if they did, it would be a fair payback. I do no care what rumors you have heard I was relatively good. You steal one little tube of mascara out of some vet tech's coat and they act like you are ready for San Quentin. Ok, maybe I did  a little more than steal a tube of mascara. You see they had a problem this time, any other time I pug scream and they call my Mommy to come get me. They don't even care what she wears as long as she shows up. But this time they couldn't call Mommy because I had to be monitored. I guess they decided just letting me run wild through the place was better than hear me pug scream so in the daytime they let me loose in the back office and at night I had full run of the place. Do you realize how much there is to get into in a Vet's office? I had no idea there was such a multitude of treasures in there! I did wrong, I know I did, but it was me that left the coats, purses and files within reach. The first afternoon I decided to check out the desk, someone had thoughtfully left me some reading material on the desk, since I don't read I simply shredded it. They brushed it off with a "at least we also keep a hard copy of records on the computer" One of them even kissed the top of my head and told me it was alright and that I was still a good girl. She changed her mind when I got in her purse and ate her lunch money. Oh, and the vet, he left his jacket on the back of a chair and I found the most wondrous treat in the pocket. Chewing gum! He said I was very polite the way I didn't eat the paper, only ate his whole pack of gum and that most dogs would have ate the paper too. I might have gotten away with that one by blaming the quiet little dog that was also running loose, but they caught me red handed with the gum in the fur of my folds. I figured out I could snake my tongue in the side of the cages of those that have not learned to use pug screaming to their advantage yet, and when I got all their toys close enough I pulled them through the bars and made a big pile of them on the floor. I dared anyone to touch that pile of toys. Hey, I worked for them!  Now Mom is scared to death if I ever have to stay the night again they are going to make her stay with them. That is where all we be well with the world again, because they don't realize she doesn't go anywhere without the little Chupucabra, I figured a couple ripped out ankles from him and they will realize I am easier to handle, or at least friendlier and send Mom and the creature home leaving me to run my pugtona's free in my House of Treasures yet again.

Just to prove I can get along with Tucker, here is some pictures:

He is always sticking his nose where it don't belong!

He is a pervert, that is why I try to eat him.

Oh, wait a minute, this might not be so bad after all.....

Video's that Mom can't even remember what was on, sadly she just took them a couple nights ago, a senior moment.

 Now Mom says we have a little discussion to have. Oh how I love her little discussions, I pretent to listen but really ignore her and she goes off feeling like she has just solved the problems of the world. Such a simple soul, my Mom. She thinks we need to discuss my habits of thinking my but can't lay in the floor like other dogs, I disagree. I think my system is working out fine.

See how much attention I am paying to her little talk?

Still pretending to pay attention!

Now she is just plain boring me!

Seriously Mom your going to bring up the revenge poop too? I am going to sleep! The back of the couch works fine for me. Maybe a little stank eye will make her go away.

Oh Dear God, Another One!!!

I was minding my own business as I usually do and then what happens to disturb my peace? Mom brings in a stray dog. He is a full blooded MinPin and I do have to admit he is a little stranger looking than Tucker, my God this new boy has nose on him, and get this he doesn't have a tail!

At first I wanted to eat him as much as I want to eat Tucker. But this boy is different, instead of dramatically  falling down, rolling on his back and screaming like Prissy from "Gone With The Wind" he stood his ground. I didn't phase him a bit with all my growls and jumps at him. I respect that in a dog so I decided we might could be friendly. Hell, I even let him sniff my butt and I don't like anyone sniffing my butt. After some major butt sniffing and circling we began to play. I know I lost a little street cred but I had fun with that boy. Now Mom knows I am not dog aggressive like she feared I am just aggressive to Prissy dogs like he Chupacabra.

More proof that Tucker is a Chupacabra:

So back to the new boy. I do have a problem he is very protective of the Chupacabra, maybe those gigantic ears they both have bond them or something, but somehow behind my back, probably during those times I have to be kept away from Tucker, they managed to become BFF's. It's a little sickening. But if Mom takes Tucker to give him his medicine or into another room he cries and cries until she brings him back to where he can see him again. I'll just have to live with it. At least I can be friends with him too and have someone to play with too. I did hear some disturbing whispers today, Mom and My Boy are talking about putting the three of us together to see if the new boy will protect Tucker from me and I will learn not to attack Tucker. Never, I say, never will that work.

Here is a picture of the new boy, Mom is going to start a blog for him too.

Meet Bentley Chance (how corny is that, it's because he is a rescue and got a second chance, did I mention Mom is still crazy?)

Mom says this one shows his pretty color better.

Yeah, didn't take him long to make himself right at home. You are noticing that he is on one of My pillows, aren't you?

Mom calls this a miracle:

Mom did get some good news. I have to go this week and a get a shot that they didn't tell Mom about when I started these treatments, she was a little upset cause they aren't cheap but then she called the vet to find out what they are and now she is excited. It seems I am doing really good and my clotting is holding almost like a normal diva now. I have this shot these week but it is in preparation of something really good. I have a full treatment in September, another one of these shots in October and then a full treatment in November. The shots are to prepare for my port removal, removing my port means no more treatments! So it looks like unless I have some major set back and the vet says that isn't going to happen with the way my blood looks now. So it looks like I have two shots and two treatments left and in the November treatment he is taking out my port. He said I may have to go once or twice a year for a shot, but there is a possibility I won't need them, just to keep things on track but that's minor compared to these treatments.

Wanna see my fabulous self?

Interview With Lola

I sat the girl down today and we had a serious talk, it started off trying to figure out the revenge shit every time I go out on my balcony and leave her in the house and well it progressed from there:

1.   Me: Lola, why in the hell do you feel the need to shit in front of the refrigerator each and every time I go out. The other day I waited until you ate, then you shit a Great Dane size shit on your paper. I thought it was then safe to go outside. I wasn't gone 10 minutes and what do I find? Three tiny turds about the size of an M&M each in front of the refrigerator! I almost wish I could have seen you straining to get them out, your bowels had to have been completely empty.

Lola:  I really don't see the problem here. It was't like I ask you to come in and strain for me. I managed very well thank you and will continue this habit until you learn to take me outside with you. It is not negotiable. Besides it was only three tiny turds, how hard was that to pick up?

2.    Me: Why do you do the things you do?

Lola: Obviously you don't listen to Hank Williams Jr., I do it because it's a family tradition. Passed on from pug to pug for many generations.

3.   Me: Why do you have to go to the bathroom with me every time I go?

Lola: Seriously? You really ask me that? Mom you can't walk across the room by yourself with causing self harm in some way. Do you really think I would trust you with your bowels and kidneys? Those are things your going to always need. You can learn to do things with them, just look at what all I have learned using just those two body organs.

4.   Me: Ok, so tell me why you throw a fit about getting your nails trimmed?

Lola: No comment

5.   Me: What do you think of the way the world is today?

Lola: I don't give it much thought silly woman, I'm a damn dog. Ask me again when the dog food and treat factories go down and we will have something to discuss on this subject.

6.   Me: Why do you think you have to have every pillow on the bed or couch?

Lola: Have you looked in the mirror lately? Your days for needing your beauty sleep are way over, mine             are just beginning. Do you really want me to go on with this one?

7.   Me: Why do you hate Tucker and want to eat him?

Lola: Look Mom, just because you think he is cute doesn't mean everyone does. He is a blood sucking chupacabra leech.

8.   Me: Why don't you do tricks?

Lola: Why don't you? You might could buy more treats then.

9.   Me: Why are you scared of something one day and then not afraid of the same thing the next day?

Lola: How do I know it didn't become possessed during the night?

10.  Me: Why do you get into things your not suppose to have?

Lola: Because all things in and around this house belong to me only. I have the right to get into them. What makes you think you have the right to take them away from me?

11.  Lola....Lola....Lola! Come back here, we have a lot more to talk about. I'm not finished yet.

Lola: I am

I Suffered, The Angels Came and I Conquered!

Ok, so we all know that I went in for another treatment last Thursday. Now that wasn't so bad, I slept through the whole thing. After I woke up they put me back to sleep, so why did they wake me up the first time? But the next time I woke up they didn't put me back to sleep but gave me some good drugs. I can understand now why so many Pugs turned to LSD in the 60's. So I spent the first day and night and the next day floating in and out and just enjoying myself, dozing off and on, having great dreams about Stan Milhous but eventually that stuff wears off. This is what happened when it wore off about 6:00 pm :

The first thing I saw was bars, now we all know I have done a little time for a few indiscretions in my life so bars are no stranger to me, but I also don't consider them my friend as many do, Turdley Tucker being one of those that love, love, loves his crate. Did I mention he also has the IQ of Joe Giudice?  Who I also suspect has been familiar with a few bars in his time. So I wussied it out some and started to whine, I am not proud of it,  but it's a fact.

Then I looked to the left and there was another occupied jail cell, I didn't know what that thing in it was but it was big, Mom told me later it was called a Doberman, she never told me what his crime was that landed him in the clinker. So I decided a little barking might be in order. That thing looked strong enough to break through those bars at any moment and get me.

I turned to the right thinking there might be another pug who could help me fend off the black monster. OMD this one was even scarier, Mom told me it was a corded poodle. I couldn't figure how why they had their mop locked up in a cage, then I noticed their mop had eyes. Now our mop at home doesn't have eyes so I am not afraid of it, but this was a different creature altogether. I also knew instantly that I wasn't going to get much help from that thing. I decide to kick it up a notch and howl some, that should have gotten some attention from the nurses there and a quick rescue should have been initiated at that point. A nurse appeared all right, what a relief, she opened the cell door and gave me some love, talked very nice and sweet, telling me everything was going to be alright and I would see my Mom the next morning about 8:00 am to just hang in there. She gave me a little shot to calm me down and I had a few more hours of floating and having nice dreams. At one point I might have even flirted a little with the black devil in the cell next to me, or it could have been the mop, I can't be sure. Unfortunately for me that stuff wore off too about 10:00 pm. All at once neither the mop or the black devil looked quite as sexy as they had, they were scary again. Then I looked across the room, more cells and more creatures, not a single pug ally in the bunch. I was on my own. I sure could have used some of ole' Hanklin's experience about then. I kept closing my eyes and telling myself, all my angel friends are here, they will protect me, they won't let harm come to me. That lasted about 10 minutes and then it hit me, I'm not sure how long it takes them to get here from the Rainbow Bridge, what if they don't make it before one of these creatures gets me? So I howl again, only louder this time. It got me the good stuff the last time, maybe it will work again. It got me the nurse and the loving alright but not the good juice, she said I had to be good and awake so my Mom could pick me up the next morning. Uh.... excuse me nursey but you do realize this stuff wears off in about 4 hours and it is only 10:00 pm, don't you?  So by my calculations I have two more times of the good juice and two hours to sober up before Mom gets here. So common, shoot me up with the good stuff again! Nothing, nada, zip, she wasn't buying it, just gave me a lame pain pill. Now I am not knocking the pain pill, it kept me from hurting, but it doesn't compare to the good juice. She gave me a few more rubs and kisses and told me to relax and then I heard the "clank" of the door again and she was gone. I took a short nap brought on by the lame pain pills, maybe about two hours and then I was awake again.

Then I hear Hanklin's voice in my ear saying "You know what you have to do little buddy, no more time to waste, this is war and you have to win" and I heard Payton telling me "Listen to Hank, he knows what he is talking about, he has been to war before". Then Tuni says "But the nurse is wearing pink and really sweet, maybe you should give her another chance", then I hear little Charlotte saying "Maybe you better listen to Tuni, she has been around a long time, she knows more than we do" Gracie was there and she sided with Tuni and Charlotte. But Yoda, well he tells me "Girl, you better listen to Hank and Payton, they know what a good fight is all about, you have to be winner, no time to be nice" Then I hear the rumblings of the Houston Pittie Pack coming and it all becomes clear, would they put up with this nonsense? Of course not! I knew just what to do there, surrounded by my friends. I pug screamed, started of slow and low and let it build until it was a full blown scream attack. I think I saw Hank and Payton smiling at me and gently nodding their heads.

4:30 am Mom's phone rang, she arose from the zombie sleep she enters, you know the one with her mouth hanging open and unrecognizable noises coming from it? She saw the name of the Vet and almost had a heart attack, as soon as she answered she claims she knew exactly what was coming next from the sounds in the background. The nurse tells her "Lola is doing so good that I am 100% positive she is ready to be released, would you like to come pick her up now?"  Translation:  "We can not shut this little bitch up would you please come and get her, she has half the place in an uproar and I can't stand another second of it". Mom said "At 4:30 in the morning, I am suppose to pick her up at 8:00 am?"  The nurse replies "Oh, I think she misses her Mommy and can't wait that long to see you." Translation: "If you don't get here soon we can not guarantee her safety, some of us are already to the snapping point." Mom could tell by the begging sound in her voice it was desperate so she gets up and goes to get me. You noticed I left out any part of getting dressed, didn't you? Yeah, my Mom shows up at the Vet in lime green flannel pajamas with monkeys all over them to get me. That was  like major embarrassment!

Me after a pain pill.

Yep, still feeling the effects of that pill!

Waking up a little

I'm getting there....

Ohhhh yeah......

Sobered up pretty fast when I fell off the back of the sofa.

How the hell did that happen anyway?

I'll just move on over to the table, maybe it won't move out from under me. Oh my, how embarrassing, you can see my slobbers on the arm of the sofa!

Now I have learned a new trick, Mom isn't sure how I picked it up and no one in this house is fessing up to teaching me. My lips are sealed. In this video she foiled my attempt but you will see what I have learned to do:

This is what I think of her attempt to spoil my fun!

I Need Someone To Make A Call For Me! ASAP

I have tried to call myself, but I'm sure by now you have all noticed my size 16 feet, they don't dial well. I need someone to call Dog Protective Services (DPS) for me immediately. There are things going on in this house that I considered abuse and neglect and needs reporting.

1.    Mom took the clothes out of the dryer AFTER they cooled off, she knows better, she expects me to help her with laundry then the clothes better be warm.

2.    Mom didn't pick out the little stick looking things in my food, she knows that is her job. She actually had the nerve to tell me she didn't feel good and to eat around them for a change. Now I know her Fibro/Lupus is acting up but that is no excuse for expecting me to do this. It has always been her job not mine.

3.    I was not taken for a walk today, she said it was too hot for me to go outside. Hello! Has she not heard of water? She could fill up a spray bottle and walk behind me spraying me down from time to time to keep me cool, or attach a mini fan to my collar. Something. Anything.

4.    She let Turdley Tucker tear up one of my toys, she said it was by accident but with all the other abuse going on I am doubting her explanation.

5.    She made me get out of bed way too early this morning, telling me I had a vet appointment, only to bring me right back. I didn't see the man so I suspect that was a story to torture me too.

6.    She got on to me for taking the comforter, blankets and all the sheets off her bed. Is it my fault I like to lay on a cool mattress? I think not.

7.    She would not give me all four pillows from the sofa to lay on, said I only needed two of them and she would have two. I wanted all four of them.

8.    I got on the table and broke one little candle holder, she acted like the zombie apocalypse was upon us, fell apart and gave me a good talking too. Mumbling something about things like that wouldn't happen if I would learn to stay off of tables, blah, blah, blah. I never listen to all of what she is saying.

9.   She made fun of me because I was afraid of the cotton candy. Come on now who wouldn't be afraid of that stuff, it's there all nice, soft, pretty and looking delicious then you put it in your mouth and POOF! it's gone, instantly. Something  is not natural about that and I want nothing else to do with it or the bag it came in.

10.  She forgot to put my clean paper down this afternoon. She knows the routine, one in the morning, one in the afternoon and one at bedtime. But I had to suffer because of her laziness and *gulp* use the same paper twice. That is not sanitary and I am sure she is breaking some kind of  city code.

11.  She let My Boy spend the night with someone last night. She KNOWS I don't sleep well without My Boy being in the house.

12.  She did not share her french fries with me. I was looking all cute and everything. She is a cold hearted,woman!

13.  I did not drink the whole cup of coffee, I left almost a half a cup for her. But did she appreciate the fact that I thought to share it, no she just concentrated on the part that was missing.

14.  I accidently knocked the whole sofa over, I did not do it on purpose. I was doing the Pugtona and decided to practice little parkour while I was at it and bounce off the back of the sofa. How was I suppose to know the whole thing would flip?

15.  She won't let me get my ears pierced or even get a tattoo.

16.  She held me up in the mirror beside her, said it made her feel better since I have more wrinkles than she does. That was a direct insult on my beauty.

17.  She brought in this stray dog the other night, we can't have more than two where we live so she operates like the underground railroad, in after dark and out before sunrise. Now I have to admit it was a cute little thing but had a temper like Turdley Tucker. They got along great, but I didn't like that dog any better than I like him. These things should be cleared with me first.

18.  She laughs at me for trying to catch flies in mid air. The joke is going to be on her if I ever do manage to catch one of them.

19.  She forced me to take a bath.

20.  Then we have the improper use of toys, I personally think this would qualify as animal abuse and should be turned into the Nancy Grace show for further investigation and I want Judge Judy to be the judge when it goes to court.

Then we have a little matter of the embarrassing things she does:

1.    Her cell phone is in a, I hope I don't gag as I write this, pink rhinestone case. Trust me Paris Hilton she isn't! It's down right embarrassing to be seen with her carrying that thing around.

2.    She still refuses to give up the snowflake robe, despite my Sissy buying her two new ones to try and break the habit. Do you have any idea how silly she looks in the morning out on the balcony in a snowflake robe talking on that pink rhinestone phone before she has even brushed her hair? I just don't have words to describe it. She says no one can see her anyway on the second floor balcony, but what about me? I see her and it is an insult to my eyes.

3.    She fell down the steps. Again. This is becoming a habit with her, biggest clutz I have ever seen.

4.    She ate a whole slab of ribs all by herself the other night. I don't ever want to have to witness that again!

5.    She sings in the shower, loudly. Did I mention she couldn't carry a tune in bucket?

6.   She clips Turdley Tuckers nails outside. We all know he is afraid of anything having to do with going outside and turns into one of those fainting goats, only he doesn't fall over just gets stiff. If she clips them inside it takes two people to hold him and both are dodging those piranha teeth. So she takes him outside and lays him in her lap, looking for all the world like she is trimming the nails of some roadkill she has picked up with him stiff as a board and all four feet in the air. The other day a neighbor stopped to talked to her while she was trimming his nails (probably wondering why she just didn't let the taxidermist do it) when all at one he rolled his eyes to look at her and she almost had a heart attack. That dog is going to get a law suit thrown on us some day, he needs to go!

7.    Now she is trapping cats. Yes, cats *shudder*, someone dumped a whole bunch of black feral kittens and Mom and a couple others have been trying to catch them to get them to a shelter for proper care and treatment. But cats? Why isn't she out looking for feral pugs to help?

8.  Has she mentioned her black eye?  Yeah, didn't think so. Silly woman got up to go to the bathroom and forgot she had shut the bathroom door and ran straight into it, between the sound of her hitting the door and the cussing it sounded like WWIII had started in the bathroom. I told her it could all have been avoided if she would just learn to use the pads like I do.

So please, someone call DPS for me and have her investigated. I don't think a good psychiatrist would be out of the question either. Just sayin'

Meet My Cousin Stan Milhous!

As you all know I know I have a Grammy and along with Grammy came a new cousin, his name is Stan Milhous and I want to introduce you all to him. Don't you just love extended family?  He is one dapper looking fellow. My Grammy loves Stan like there is no tomorrow and after you look at his pictures you will see why. Who wouldn't love that expressive face? Mom says she thinks Stan looks a lot like me, which we all know means he is beautiful. All I know is I am so very glad that Stan has my Grammy too, because she is one special lady.

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!