June 30, 2015


Gus and I used to be all black pugs.  But somehow we have become "silverized."

Silver is precious and shiny.
Gus: I have silver paws.

Maybe that's why people are always asking how old I am.  What's this "old" thing?  Sure, I like to sleep a lot (are there pugs who don't?).
I like sleeping in the warm sun

Sure, I may not like to walk as far as Gus (that's because he's always stopping and peeing on things--so annoying!). Sure, it's hard to see as good as I used to. And if I can't see what's making a noise, I may leave the room.  Something may be sneaking up on me, and it's just smart to leave in that case.

But you should see me when we come in from our morning walk.  I play longer and better with my many-squeakered toy than he does.  Does he want to jump over Guardian's legs while holding on to his toy?  No.  Does he let Guardian come up close to him and whirl him around with his toy in his mouth--well sometimes, but not as good as I do.
Yeah, I'm just getting started with this toy!

Does he settle in and chew on the squeakers inbetween whirls?  No, because he's lost a lot of the squeakers when he shakes the life out of his toy. He's a one trick toy player--so boring.
I'm tired--can I go pee on something?
Maybe people should not just look at my silver and instead watch my actions before they think I'm too ancient!
C'mon, Gus, no more peeing--let's play!

June 9, 2015


We have another doggie friend named Logan we met a while ago.  We haven't mentioned her here yet, though, because we don't see her very often like we see Darby.  She's little--like us--but she was kinda shy for a long time.

We tried to look friendly without being over the top friendly.

As you can see here, this seemed to work:

Here is Logan smiling with her cheerful Guardian.

I couldn't help smiling with them.

Me, too

Maybe Logan's Guardian will now go on some of our pack walks.  We asked her.

Uh-Oh,  Logan doesn't look quite ready for that!

May 14, 2015


Gus and I met Oscar and Otis a while ago.  We even wrote about visiting with them where they lived and walking with them in a park.
Otis and Oscar and their Guardians

We haven't seen Oscar in a long time, but we did walk with Otis not too long ago. We were having such a good time, we didn't realize Oscar wasn't walking with us.

Then we found out why.

Guardian told us he got very, very, very sick one day.  He fell down and couldn't get up.  His body started jerking around and he never walked again.  Turns out he had something called PDE.  Guardian says it is a terrible, awful, dreadful disease that only pugs get.  There is no cure and really no medicine that helps for long.

Well, even though he's no longer with us, we want to remember him.

He was a huge--like 30 pounds. All muscle not fat. He loved to barrel into his buddy Otis, and then he thought Gus and I were just like Otis and he tried it on me. Well, I'm half his number of pounds, but I told him in no uncertain terms that he could NOT do that.  He was a very respectful pug and never again played rough with me.
Guess which one is Oscar? (Hint: BIG)
He loved fun and always looked for the fun side of life.  Maybe he was a bit goofy, but that's just what some pugs are like. He loved to take walks with Otis and us in a park.
Fischer's Park

Oscar's Ready for FUN!

We miss you Oscar. We want to remember you.  We want the world to remember you.
Please remember Oscar forever...He was a special friend.

Farewell good pug.

March 21, 2015


Guardian said this was the first day of spring.  Yeah, right...spring is sunny, maybe rainy, but SNOW!!??
It's cold and wet and just not where I want to be right now.
Some kind neighbor used a very noisy machine to take some of this stuff away.

But it still does not live up to my expectations.
Look at our deck now, f'instance.  That's not spring.

This is the spring deck.
This is not spring ground.

This is the spring ground--with grass.

So, c'mon spring...stop hiding under that white, cold, wet stuff.
We're still waiting for you!