Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
This Here is Howie
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
This here is Howie. I know I usually have to apologize for stuff I've done when we talk, but today I just want to ask you to watch over my buddy and my hero, Hanklin. He's settling in on his bran new cloud at your house and I imagine right about now he got his first look at my sissy Winnie Wiggles, whose jiggles have been known to give younger pugs palpitations. I'm glad Hank is feeling better today. He just sent me a text that he just had his fourteenth hamburger and washed it all down with a cold brew from the best stuff on tap he ever tasted. He said you even remembered no onion on his burger, without being reminded at all. Tomorrow he said he and all the pugs are going skiing on a pontoon pugboat and then they're gonna roast weenies and marshmallows and sit by the pool while the ladies talk about what will be on the all you can eat 24-hour buffet. He said the only thing that could make it better was if he got to tell his maw, one more time, how much he loves her. I promised I'd pass that along if he'd send me one of them hotdogs. Thanks for watching over Hank - tell him I'll be waiting on that delivery here by the front door. Signed most sincerely, Howie.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
This here is AnnieBee
I took Daddy Who Does My Bidding and Mommy Who Carries Me Around Like Royalty to Pugapalooza Saturday to see all my pug rescue peeps. It was a super bizzy day, and so many folks wanted to say hi and give me pats. Although you can see I was wearing a perfectly spectacular hat, Mommy got so wrapped up in talking to her friends she didn't sign me up for the hat contest. Fortunately, one of my puggy pals won the best bonnet award, so I wasn't too upset about that, since I'm pretty sure I can borrow the crown from her next time she comes to visit so I'll have a turn wearing it about my kingdom. I hope you all have a nice Easter planned - I'll be the guest of honor at Grammy's house and I expect my services will be required in the tater tasting kitchen. Mommy said this visit will officially earn me enough tator tasting points to gain my MPQ (mashed potato queen) certification, one which my big sissy Winnie Wiggles had for many years. The best part after visiting Grammy and feasting on the goodies is the long trip home snoring like a band saw in Mommy's lap. What wonderful plans do you have for Easter? Most importantly, what's on the menu? hmmmm?
Friday, March 30, 2012
We are so sad today in the Medina Foster Home for Wayward Pugs to hear that sweet Payton has gone to the Bridge. Her mom and dad, Christy and Tim, loved her with all their hearts, and kept her healthy and happy despite her battle with encephalitis. Her little body was tired and could not fight any more yesterday.
I remember losing Winnie Wiggles to GME Encephalitis in January 2008, and what a dark time this was in my life. The friends on dogster and the friends here on the blog carried me on their shoulders. I hope you will reach out to Christy and Tim and send them love, prayers, and comfort. There will never be another dog as determined and brave as little Payton. She beat so many odds for so long, what a blessing that we got to meet her right here not so long ago in our own home.
Run free sweet angel, until we meet again.
My tribute to Winnie:
My Ode To Winnie Wiggles
Whippy creme and scrambled eggs are
Way up here in Heaven
In case you too
See only blue and wonder what you're gettin
They're other things like angel wings
With fur that's never sheddin'.
There's no disease or achin knees
and wrinkles smooth and silken
I fall asleep and dream of you
and times when we were given
to sprint and run and tug on toys
and dash to mom for lovin.
Tonight no tears oh Howie dear
because I have been taken
I’ll kiss your cheek and whiskers sweet
And heal the ache within you.
The pain it fades and goes away
And even loss feels lighter
When time moves on then pushes back
All that separates us.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
This is Hannah, and I'm the foster puggy at the Medina Foster Home for Wayward Pugs. I've been living here with Howie and his minions for almost a year now, so I am pretty sure I'm going to be a permanent fixture, something foster mommy says she just cannot do without, even more so than chocolate or whippy creme on her coffee.
Yesterday I was afflicted with the dreaded Pecan Toe. I made foster mommy promise not to tell anyone, and she agreed we would never speak of it again. When I walked into the house, my little pinky toe felt so peculiar. Mom took a look and she had these wise words: "Wutt the heck???" She reached down and extricated a little empty pecan husk that had neatly wrapped itself around my unsuspecting toe. She let me sniff it thoroughly before she put it in the trash, calling it names and berating it for cramping Her Hannah Banana's style.
I felt much better after my toe was de-pecan shell-ized. I could hop around without making a clickety clack noise on the hardwood floor, and Howie stopped making comments about how much he liked Pecan Pie fresh out of the oven with ice cream on top. Foster mom said she thinks it's cute that a little southern gal like me would be the only puggy she has ever known to come down with a distinctly antebellum malady such as Pecan Toe. It's just one more reason I am special.
Monday, January 9, 2012
This here is AnnieBee
When the zombies come, they are going to eat Howie first. Then Hannah, then Java (not because he is fat, but because he has froggy legs and smells like cheese), and lastly possibly me, depending on how fast zombies can run. Howie I went to grammy's house for Thanksgiving recently and I was able to get this photo of my brother sitting on grammy's bran new recliner. I told mommy he looks like a rump roast with fur, and she told me it wasn't nice to say things about your brother like that. I told mommy I cannot help that my little mind runs to food all the time, after all, I am a pug! So, my question for you is, in your house, when the zombies come, who would get eaten first? Hmmm?
Friday, January 6, 2012
A story from when they first met:
sweetiepuggy, Bajas who makes my heart go pitty pat.
Handsome, isn't he? Look at those dreamy nose folds and
those big brown eyes. He has been hiding under the covers lately,
but posed for a photoshoot for the pug-parazzi yesterday.
*I love you Bajas! I am sending you kisses Airmail to Norway from Texas!*