Caged!

I spent a lot of time in my cage during our Ohio trip, and it really sucked. I know that's kind of a crude word to use, but it's the nicest word I could think of to describe the experience. Do you know how far it is to Ohio from Asheville? Nine hours! And I had to spend it all in the cage, because Ian says I ruin the nice leather seats when I'm loose in the car. Then, we went straight to the hospital when we got in to town, and guess where I got to spend that time? That's right - back in the stinking cage. I was in that cage for over 12 hours that day, and when the People went some where that I could not go during the week, I was back in the cage. We stayed at the Aunt Glenna lady's house, and she sometimes granted me a reprieve from the cage while the People were gone, but it was still a little too much caged time for a wild Pug like me.

The Woman was nice enough not to force me into the cage all the time when we went to someone's house, but she let me ride on her lap. Sure, I ruined some of her clothes, but at least I was happy, and that's the most important thing.

Mama's Boy

Ian and the Woman were surprised to find out during our trip that I am an incredible Mama's Boy. I stayed by the Woman's side everywhere we went, and I actually listened to her when she told me to do something. I must admit that I was also surprised to learn how much of a Mama's Boy I had become. It's a tad embarrassing, so please don't tell anyone else.

Back to Normal

We are back from the Ohio trip, which lasted longer than expected, because sadly, the Woman's Grandpa passed away. We made it to the hospital Saturday night before he died, so she was able to see him off to Heaven, which was good, but she is very sad that he died. I told her not to worry - Chewbear will keep him company until you see him again. She wasn't really all that comforted by that thought, because she says her Grandpa wasn't keen on dogs.

The People were glad they could not find a dog sitter for me, because they say I helped comfort people during our stay. The Woman's nephews, Dalton and Nathin, were very close to their Great Grandpa, and I was the only one able to console them. The Woman's Gram also took a liking to me, and I was able to keep her cheered up a little bit. I also kept the Woman's Great Aunt Glenna company and made her laugh some. The People were both surprised at how good a dog I was for the entire trip. We had a lot of going back and forth from this house to the next, and although I was a terror in the car, I never once peed in anyone's house or caused any problems. I hope they know I used up all my good credits on that trip, so not to expect that to ever happen again.

Ohio

I'm not sure where Ohio is, but we're going there this weekend. The Woman's Grandpa is very ill, and she needs to visit him. The People tried to find a housesitter to watch me, but no one was available, so I get to go on a road trip. I don't mind riding in the car, because they drug me up real good, so I don't really know what's happening until we get there. I'm not sure when we're coming back, so I'll post when I post ...

Pugs.nl

I found this new international Pug forum called Pugs.nl thanks to Django the Dutch Pug. He's Dutch - isn't that weird? Yes, that was an Austin Powers reference. And although Austin Powers's father dislikes the Dutch, I do not. I think they're pretty cool - what with those wooden shoes and all. Anyway, Pugs.nl is a really cool forum, and all you Pugs and Pug Lovers should join up so we can chat.

Bumble Pug

I'm going to be a bumble bee for Halloween. The Woman bought me a costume at the Old Navy store the other day, and was insistent that I try it on. I won't ruin the surprise for you with pictures or too detailed of a description, but let me just say that it has a head piece. I like Halloween, because I get to lick a lot of kids. They come to the door dressed up like pirates and stuff and say things like, "Trick or Treat," and I say no, "It's Lick or Treat!" And then I lick them. Sure, the Woman still gives them a treat, so I guess it's really "Lick and Treat," but "Lick and Treat" doesn't sound as cool.

It's been getting more Fall'ish here the past couple of days. The Woman has been really cold all the time, so I make a point to lay in her lap whenever possible. In fact, I'm laying in her lap right now. We need to buy that hot tub she's been wanting, because she spends too much time warming up in the bath tub, and not enough time paying attention to me. She changed our flowerboxes to the "Fall Motif" of various colors of Mums. I guess they're pretty. I peed on them, and that was pretty fun, so I guess I like Mums. Hopefully she'll put some pumpkins out front again this year so I can pee on those too. I get bored of peeing on the same things all the time. A Pug needs some variation in his life.

Invisible Dog

It seems that the Woman has invented for herself an invisible dog friend. She's always saying things like, "That's my little Angel Bear," "Who's a good boy?" and "You're my little sweetie man." She's obviously not talking to me, and we all know she's a little off-balance, so it must be her invisible dog friend. I'm not really jealous of this new invisible dog, because he sounds like a real sissy to me, and if the Woman wants to give him attention, then fine. I tried to convince her last night to build an altar of goodboy bones to the new invisible dog and turn away while "he" eats them. It didn't work though. Hopefully she starts feeding the new dog so I can get me some seconds. I swear, sometimes I'm the only sane being in this house.

The Pug Pad

I decided to embrace the new furniture, and claim it as my own. I figure it could be my new Pug Pad where the ladies gather to hang out with me. They'll have to wipe their feet real good though, because I don't want the People to find out that I'm having parties while they're gone.

Here I am looking all suave. How can any ladies resist this GQ Pug?



Here's my super cute whittle man face for the more apprehensive lady that might need some reassurance that I'm a good boy.



Welcome to my Ladies' Pad .... ladies. There's room for two on this chair.



You cannot resist my charm.

Hostile Take-Over

I lost more of my real estate this weekend. The People cleaned out the back porch and bought some fancy pants patio furniture and a rug, so it's no longer "dog" friendly when they're not home. I guess they think I'll pee on their nice stuff. I don't know what makes them think that ... ha! I'm not really sure where I'm supposed to go now when they leave the house. I hope they don't think they can just leave me out on the exposed deck or the grass! I think I need to find a shelter for abused animals, because I can't take this kind of treatment.

Locked Out

It's no big secret that I pee on the floor when the People leave me. Yes, I do this out of spite, and I have to say that I'm pretty impressed with my ability to push their buttons. Before we moved to Asheville, I did not pee on the floor when they left me, because they left me every day to go to work. However, now that we live in Asheville, both of the People work from home, and I am rarely without them. When they do leave me, I get really ticked off, and I want them to know it.

So anyway, the People have done everything to get me to stop peeing on the floor, because I always pee in the same spot, and it's starting to ruin their new hardwood floors. They have tried laying down newspaper, but I move it aside and pee. The Woman even tried taping the newspaper to the floor, and I tore the tape off to get to the floor. They punish me and try to bribe me into being good, but nevertheless, I continue to get my revenge by peeing on their beautiful floor. The second to last time I peed on the floor, the Woman told me if I did it one more time, she was going to have to lock me on the porch when they leave. I didn't believe her, because she is always reluctant to lock me out there. I can't take hot days, and there is a opossum that hangs out around the house, and the Woman is afraid it will bite me. Well, I did pee on the floor again after that, and she lived up to her word. She actually locks me out now when they leave! What is the world coming to? Doesn't she realize that she is the problem? If she would either stay at the house or take me with her, I would stop peeing on the floor. I'm not sure how I am going to teach her this lesson, but I'll think of something.