WINTER WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

MELTING MOUNTAINS.....MAYBE....

So you know we're having the winter from hell here.  It's not that we have the most snow ever...it's that just when we think there's no more, Wham! we look out the door and the sidewalk that was sidewalk color is then white.

Well, the last few days the snow mountains that looked like this

Yeah, we know it runs into the words over there...well it's run into our lives like that!

have turned to this

You remember seeing us like this

complete with yellow snow everywhere.  Then, it went to this

We didn't care where the snow went--just glad it's melting.  YIPPEE!

Then even though another pretty lady on TV told us how much snow we'd had already (like, the biggest number there--more than Alaska!), we knew that we were--YIPPEE #2!--watching it melt away.

Until she showed us THIS picture

Do we see that s*** word again!?  And because Guardian is layering us up again in coats, even in the house, we figured no more melting mountains.

PLEASE SAY IT AIN'T S***!!!

WHO'S CELEBRATING AN ELEVEN BONE BD??

As if you guys didn't know...yeah...don't play dumb on my account. I've earned every one of my white-gray hairs.  I was Molly's therapy dog when she got sick.  I tolerated Gus coming into MY house.  And I put up with Guardian leaving me behind way too much.

Gus and I would have eaten them all if we were in the picture!

But I think Guardian went pretty much all out for this birthday. I mean, she actually made real dog cookies. She knew she had to put fake pugs around it for the picture.

11 Bone Cookies

I wasn't too sure about all this hoopla, though, especially that red whatever-it-is I have on.

Then Gus wished me Happy 11 bones:

And I started to feel better about it.

Except for Guardian making me wear that tu-tu dress (what she called it).  So I said that if I had to wear something no pug should ever have to wear, then Gus had to wear something un-pug-like, too.

And, 'cuz it was my special 11 Bone Day, I got to un-wear that dumb tu-tu, and Gus was stuck with a BOW-wow TIE. Actually, I think he looks sort of extinguished in it.  Is that right....? (I think I was asleep when I was learning about words as a puppy.) Guardian thinks it's because I'm old and maybe my brain doesn't work right....harumph....that's something like a pot and kettle and something black...you know what I mean?

THE ENDLESS WINTER

We thought that spring had come the other day...we walked all the way around the main road--not a speck of snow on the sidewalk.  Snow was disappearing from the along the sidewalk, and there was real grass there.  Gus didn't even have to wear his coat, but I still wanted mine.  It was night. It was still chilly for a pug with no hair on her tummy.

Guardian forgot to use her camera phone when the sun was up, but these will have to do as the BEFOREs.

From front door..clear sidewalk & driveway.

Sidewalk clear for our walk...see the grass, too?

From basement door

And then.....we got up this morning and what happened??

View from our front door!

Where's the sidewalk? Where's the driveway?

Here's what it looked like out our basement door.

And where there wasn't snow, there was MUD!

Gus here: Quit whining, Jazz. Guardian threw a bridge over the mud.

And I found my spot in the snow.

This is what you should NOT eat.

What more do you want?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I WANT OUT OF THE SNOW TRENCH!

Seems as we won't be able to. The pretty TV lady said this tonight:

Guardian found this on another pug blog (http://www.bahhumpug.com/--check it out!) and said this is what we looked like.

Darby says, "I think it's pretty and peaceful."

 

 

That's why Darby's our friend--he sees the snow shovel half full.

 

NOW, IT'S THE ARCTIC COME VISITING

You know how we've had visits from Seattle and Death Valley. Well, now it's the Arctic.  We can't be polar bears, but we sure wish we were right now. Would make it much easier to go outside.  Let's get some numbers here to make it real for you.

Minus something

Yeah, minus 13 

 
Not sure what the minus means. Minus warm, is all we know.

Even inside the house, it was cold...for us, anyway. Anything lower than cozy is too cold. And it sure isn't cozy at any of those numbers.

And our deck is, like, really, really ugly right now.

Snow ugly deck

Somewhere under there are some bully sticks waiting for summer.

And things won't get better with time.

Yeah, the winds are whipping across the tundra here.  We may look prepared...

..but you can see how blurry we are. I think Guardian was so cold her hands made the phone camera shake.  I mean, we HAD to go out--nature calling can be so cruel sometimes.  Guardian wanted us to stand in that stuff with the wind blowing and the minus numbers so she could show everyone how miserable we were.

But we couldn't stand to stand......there...again

So we went back to bed...

Until nature calls again.....

MERRY HOLIDAY SEASON--except for the S***!!

 

We have been busy trying to skate our way across the ice covered snow that's (dis)graced our landscape.  It ain't fun, guys.

But this snow is nuttin' compared to this a few years ago:

February 2010

December 2013

It's just that we haven't seen real grass and had a good variety of smells in what seems a LONG time. 

Anyway...we don't want to complain. Nope...we got all we need in our human house and even under our neighbor's deck

Our "business" haven in deep snow

so......

This is our Holiday Card to all of you!!

We hope all of you enjoy peace, pug snuggle love (OK--any pet love--but pugs are the best at that snugly stuff, our HO-HO-HO--Humble Opinion cubed), and warm family and friend time now and on into 2014.

WHO'S HAVING A 7 BONE BIRTHDAY????

Well, it's Gus, of course, silly.  I'm already past my 7 bone birthday, like, 3 bones ago.
His 0 Bone Birthday was Oct 25 all those bones ago.

Yeah, he's behind me in birthday celebrations...but since he's such a PartyPug, he will always find more ways than me to celebrate anything. 
Gus has been my housemate since he was somewhere around 
 2 bones.  Wow! 5 bones he's lived here!  (You know I get all these "years" [really, it's bones, folks] information from Guardian, 'cause every day is today to dogs. People are always so into something way back or something way forward....instead of what's happenin' right now. That's why they're always so stressed out. Sadly, they never learn from us.). 
Gus, I guess you've passed my "are you good enough to be a housemate" test, so I'll go ahead and wish you....
HAPPY 7 BONES!

but don't get too used to all this acceptance...keep rememberin' my mind can change in a paw swipe if you try to come between me and Guardian!