Clean Pug

I got a bath today, and it was long overdue. The Woman says I have to smell nice for my Pugsitter. Hooray. I smell like fruit punch now. I hope you can sense the sarcasm.

I was happy to get a bath though. I really like the idea of getting a bath, but not so much the doing of it. Although baths are not my most favoritist thing, at least I don't have to get bathed at the auto-kitty machine like this poor little kitty...



Yes, this is an installed device in a Pet store. It's interesting to me that they don't show the final clip of the cat bolting out of the machine like a lunatic and latching onto its person's face. That would have been good stuff. I hope the Woman doesn't get any ideas to put me in one of these one day.

Yarrr! Pirates!

When the People are in Mobile, they are going to a Pirate-themed party, and they get to dress up like Pirates. I wanna be a Pirate! I never get to be a Pirate!

I am not as bummed about staying home while they are gone since I just found out that Hans is going to be housesitting for me. He will be here more often than Alli would have been, so I won't be so alone. Woo-hoo for the Pug! I met Hans one time a long time ago when we were visiting the Gammy in Asheville, but then he moved away from Asheville before we moved here. He just moved back three days ago, and just in time to keep me company! I think we'll have a good time, as long as he doesn't mind Lady Pugs.

I Don't Get to go to Mobile

I am sad today, because I just found out that the People are going to Mobile, and I do not get to go. I have to stay home with a housesitter who won't even be here very often, and I will be a lonely, lonely Pug dog locked up in "his room"; ie, the bathroom. I am used to being with my People 24/7, or at least 20/7 on a bad day. How can I endure being alone? The Woman says she feels bad about having to leave me with a housesitter, but that I just can't go to Mobile with her, because she is going for work. I wish a blogger friend would come save me from my bad Pug Owners. Perhaps I need to contact a Pug Rescue organization.

Speaking of Pug Rescue, the Woman told me last night she was going to send me to a Pug Rescue organization, because I peed on the floor out of spite while she was at the grocery store. She didn't send me off though. I guess I'm kind of glad, but with this news of her abandoning me for a week while she traipses around Mobile, I would rather go to Pug Rescue. Poor Norman...

She also says I can't go to Mr. Chris's house, because he has his hands full with too many dogs and sometimes a house of kids. She acts like I am high-maintenance or something. Geesh. Mr. Chris can handle one more mouth to feed!

Kwispelbier

Give your dog a cold one after a hard day's work! He deserves a Kwispelbier!

OK, maybe if you live in the Netherlands your dog might get one of these new dog-friendly leisure beverages, but probably not here in the US. At the price of 4 times a Heineken, I doubt many Americans will rush out to get their dog a non-alcoholic brewsky made from beef extract and malt. Then again, you Americans can be crazy for your pets, so bring on the booze!

Unapproved Guests

The People had guests over last night without my approval! I wasn't even notified beforehand that they were coming. And it's not like it was just a couple of people - it was FOUR people! That's a party if you ask me, and the Pug should certainly be made aware before so he can be prepared. I didn't have a playing plan in place or anything. I didn't even know where all my toys were! When they all came through the door, I was so shocked that it took me some time to really get my thoughts together. OK, I'll start with some hootie owl action and then move on to the tug. Wait, no - that doesn't make sense. I should ease them in with some Pug butt rubbings. Wait, no! You can see the night was a disaster. I just couldn't get my act together. I could have been a much better host had I been given a *little* advanced notice. Note to the People - keep the Pug in the social loop, ok?

Consumer Alert

The Woman called Century Heating & Cooling, Inc. (the people that repaired our furnace at the rate of $111 an hour) this morning and pretended to be a new customer. She inquired as to their rates. The man on the other side of the phone, who sounded like our repairman from the other day, told her it was $100 for the first hour and $60 for each additional hour. Hmm ... if he arrived at our house at 2:45pm and left at 4:45pm, that would mean the bill should be $160, not $222, right? The Woman was slightly more angry than livid but less angry than enraged. I think the Better Business Bureau is going to handle this one.

CAUTION - If you live in the Asheville, NC area, do not use Century Heating and Cooling, Inc.

We Have Heat!

The furnace man did fix the furnace yesterday. I am so glad to have toasty toes again! The Woman is rather suspicious though, because he charged $110 an hour, and over one of those hours was spent "getting a part." She is going to call and raise some "heck" today.

Arctic Pug

Brrrrr! It's friggin' freezing here, and the furnace is still broken. It stayed 60 in the house all day yesterday, but this morning it was 50 in the house, and it's dropping. The furnace man was here an hour ago but had to run and get a part. I hope he's back soon, because the sun is going down, and the firewood is running out.

The Woman was supposed to go to California today on business, but when she got to the airport, she was told her flight was cancelled. She tried to get a later flight and a flight out of Charlotte, but there is NO WAY to get her to California in time for her meeting tomorrow. Hooray for me! I don't have to stay home alone with Mr. Ian. He just doesn't know how to meet a Pug's needs... The Woman is pretty much happy too, because she hates to fly. Apparently, the People are going to Mobile in two weeks, and I have to stay home with a dog sitter. Ugh...

Furnace!?!??!!!

Our Furnace is not working! Argh! Blogger must have told it about my complaints against Blogger and rallied the furnace to take revenge against me on its behalf. Stupid Blogger! It's cold here! I need heat!

Blogger!??!?!!!

I am way sick of Blogger not letting me sign in when I feel like blogging. Anyone else having problems? I get a great idea for a blog, and then try to sign in, only to find that I can't get my awesome thoughts onto the Internet. Silly, silly Blogger!

No More Pughugs for Norman?

I have not been able to get onto your blog for the past week, pughugs. Apparently, I'm not an approved viewer :( Please, can I have my viewing privileges back? Pretty please?!?!!? I promise not to pee on your blog again! Honest!

Yes, I Do Taxes, but Apparently Not Very Well

This is another one of my baby pictures in front of that obnoxious red wall. The Woman isn't so good with the Photoshop these days, so you'll just have to tolerate the brightness that is that red wall. It took 4 coats of paint to cover it when the People moved! Anyway, do you like my bow tie? It's my Accountant look. I tried to do the People's taxes last year, but they just couldn't believe they owed 80 trillion dollars to the government and ended up doing them over themselves. I warned them not to cheat, or they'll get audited, but the Woman didn't trust my Math.

The Woman loves to look at my baby pictures because she likes my big awkward puppy feet. I have to admit that puppy feet are really cute. Too bad my body grew into them :(

Lake Powhatan

While we were cruisin' this weekend, we went to Lake Powhatan.



Lake Powhatan is right by our house, but this was the first time we had ever been there. Aside from a lake, there are lots of trails and camp sites there. We were really sad to find that the lake was drained. There is a creek that runs through the lake, and the Woman tried to take me out to the creek for a drink of water, but it was a lot muddier than it looked, and she sunk in the ground! It was sad, because she was wearing her new shoes, but they came clean with a little help from the vegetable sprayer.

The People let me off my leash while we were there. Dogs are supposed to be kept on their leash in the park, but there weren't many people there, so the Woman broke the rules! Woo-hoo! I was a mountain dog!

Cruisin'

Cruisin' around in the Miata with the top down is one of my favorite things to do. It was so nice this weekend that we decided to take a ride. Sure it's snowing now, but it *was* really nice this weekend.



The Woman thinks it's really funny when the wind catches my ears. She says I look like a Frenchie!



Mr. Ian always drives when I go on the trip, because he doesn't like to be the one in the passenger seat holding me. Apparently, I'm a wiggle worm.



I have to be held really tight when we're cruisin', because I did actually jump out of the car one time. I wasn't hurt though, since we were just sitting idle in the Taco Bell parking lot.

Cure #2

It has been 6 months since the removal of lump #2, and it has not returned in that time, so it is considered cured today! Woo-hoo! I haven't had a new lump in over 4 months, and my last lump (lump #3) was removed over two months ago. Maybe the silly cancer has admitted defeat! OK, the Woman says don't taunt the cancer... She says it isn't good luck. Thanks for all the prayers! If I've fallen off your prayer list, please bump me back up. You never know when a nasty lump might pop up.

Happy New Year!

I guess I'm a little late with this greeting, but I have been pretty busy ringing in the New Year, and the Woman's computer has been turned off any way. The Girly Cousins have been here since Saturday, and the days have been filled with me chasing them around, and them growling and barking at me. They're not all that playful, and that makes me sad. I was hoping they would warm up to me and maybe play a little tug or tag or something, but they never did. Whenever I got near either of them, they would jump into one of their Peoples' laps and growl. It was frustrating. They left this morning, so I can start the recovery process now. I think I'll sleep all day!

The People always have fondu at the Gammy's house on New Year's Eve. I usually get to go, but since the Girly Cousins were here, I did not get to go. The People said three dogs would be too much chaos, and that meant none of us "dogs" got to go. Oh well. I don't get to eat the fondu any way, so it's probably best I didn't have to sit around and smell it cooking!

I hope you all had a safe and happy New Year's Eve. From all your blogs, it seems that most of you did the same thing I did - sat at home and enjoyed the comfort of your couches! Happy New Year to you all!