May 24, 2016


I'm Chica here.  New to this place. Y'know, it is SO...strange.  I mean there's stuff I've never seen before.  Some just call me to explore.
Like this thing....whatever it is...

What about all this?!

I'm thinking I might....

What do YOU think....?

Uh-Oh.... I see "that look" from Guardian....Busted!

May 10, 2016


Don't bother me.
I'm hiding.

Why is she here?
I was doing just fine as an only pug.

She's in my sofa spot, doncha know?
And what's with that tongue??!
It's ridiculous!
Well, at least she doesn't try to steal MY bully stick!
Hmmm...guess I still get treats on the walk.
And she did stick up for me when Guardian did her human bark at me 'cuz I was barking at air.
Well...maybe I can share...

Just between you and me (yeah, I'm Chica)--
I knew I could win him over--just my Tongue in Chica way!!

April 12, 2016

Putty Pug

I was on top of the sofa, but wanted to get down to the seat place.

So I got down this far...
And sorta got stuck..,
But it wasn't too bad after all.  I mean, it's sorta my thing... I mean look at me and Jazz on another one of these bloggy things.  ( Guardian said to say "click on 'bloggy things' ")

March 31, 2016

Welcome Back, Sun!

It's been rainy with lots of wind lately.  But I found my sunny spot.  If you want to remember how good it feels to snooze in the sun, let me share my sunny spot with you:

Feels so good on my head

and on my shoulder and back
I think I'll take a nap soon

Bet you're feeling sleepy now, too!

and on my chest


February 13, 2016


Sorry I've not been telling Guardian what to write here for a long time.  I'm not much of a word talker.  Oh, Guardian knows I sing and make pleasure noises when she scratches my head and rubs my ears...and I do like to bark from time to time.  I mean, you know, Guardian needs protection from shadows and odd sounds the wind and clinking noises.  Why is she always telling me not to protect her and then go "SHHHHH"?
I just want to protect you.. 
This is the season things are cold...very cold...and all that cold white stuff that makes it hard to find just the right spot for everything I do outside.
I know my spot is somewhere around here.

Where did the deck go?!
I love the deck...but where did it go??  Why does that white stuff have to be everywhere?

People ask if I miss Jazz.    I watch Guardian, and I see her leak water from her eyes when she looks at Jazz's pictures. I guess she misses her. Well....really, I'm just very happy as an only pug.  But I hear Guardian talk about something happening when the snow is all gone and I can walk outside without that stupid coat.
Jazz always wanted me to bow to her. She wasn't always nice to me.
Guardian spends a lot of time on a machine with a TV screen and has her hands on something that clickety-clacks a lot.  She's been watching this a lot lately.
Not sure what TV program this is.  I don't see too well.

She laughs a lot when she watches this show.   She even talks to the TV screen-like thing.

She oohs and ahs a lot when this appears on the screen.
Why does Guardian ooh and ahh at this?
Anybody know what this is? And why she's watching this?

October 23, 2015


Guardian has been fussing over me all day.  On the deck she gave me a very special chew bone.  She usually gives me a pig ear, but this was a real bone.  Something's up.
Anyway, I never look a gift bone in the jaw. Excuse me while I put my jaw on this bone.
Then she took my picture while I was on the sofa next to a piece of paper.  That was sorta different.

Then after the treadmill and dinner, she sort of ignored me, so I thought the odd stuff was over.  We watched some TV and I got under some soft covers and pushed against her.  
Then we went upstairs to her office room and she gave me this:
And then this is what I did...
What's this?
This is for me???
I'll just have to taste it a bit... that's one chewed up yummy bone!

Whatever this day was, I'm fine with it!

September 7, 2015


I've suddenly become old.  I know what I said in the last post, but there's been a BIG change.
I feel old and tired.

First of all, I had the most awful poops.  All runny and watery and all the time.  I was embarrassed I went in the house.  I just couldn't hold it anymore.

Then one night I got all weird and didn't know up from down.  Guardian later said she thought I was having a fit, but that wasn't it. Something about old dog dizzy something. She rushed me to the animal hospital.  I stayed over that night.  Next day, I got poked and prodded and needles stuck into me.  I stayed over another night.  Then I was taken to strange machines and made to lie a certain way.  It was not fun.

I stayed another night. Guardian came to see me, and even though I knew it was her, I couldn't figure out why she was there, but nothing else looked like home.
Where Am I?

Finally, she came to take me home. I now knew up from down. But I still had those liquid poops. I didn't like the chicken/rice stuff Guardian was told to make for me.  Too boring.  I got really weak and my ribs and other bones started showing because I wasn't eating the food.  Finally, she got me some kibble she said wouldn't make my insides hurt.
Gus tried to comfort me

I'm so happy to be home, but I still don't feel like myself.  I still want to play with my squeaky, no stuffing toy, but I get really tired faster.
I can't jump up on the sofa most of the time.  My back legs don't seem to work right, and I'm pretty weak.  I still have "pureed poop," as Guardian calls it, but I can hold it for a few hours.  When Guardian takes Gus and me out, I don't like walking as far as we usually do.
I will only sleep next to Guardian's bed
And now I am feeling old and tired.  I hope this sickness goes away soon.  I heard something like "ibd" or something.  They told me that I have what my friend the Havanese Darby has.  Well, he has a longer snout and fluffy white hair, so I know I don't have that.  Guardian says he eats what I am eating now.
She also shoves some pill down my throat (I HATE that!) at night. She keeps telling me that will end soon.

What I really miss is not being taken to the library where there are kids.  I love kids.  They cheer me up.  But Guardian says I'm not allowed to be around the kids right now.  That makes me feel even older and sadder.
These were my best days.

Guardian here:  Sadly, VERY sadly, this was Jazz's last post.  She got even sicker as each day went by.  In the morning of July 24, she suddenly collapsed and was unconscious.  I rushed her to our vet.  My wonderful little Jazz was in shock and comatose.  Her besieged body just gave up. She never regained consciousness, and passed away that afternoon.  She was only 12 and was seldom sick in those 12 years, so you can imagine our shock at losing her. 
Too old, tired and sick to do much but sleep

Gus will be taking over the blog from here.  He's not too wordy, so allow him time to learn how & what to dictate.  I am too bereaved to write more about this. But please check back...Jazz was the inspiration for Pug Snort Report.  Her spirit will live on in our heart, soul, and memories.
Her last resting place. We all miss you terribly, Jazz.