BREAKING NEWS FROM THE NATIONAL PUG WEATHER SERVICE ALERT

Baby It's Cold Outside!

Me and AnnieBeeBossySmelly

This Here is Howie

Maw seems to have furgotten my bloggy, so I stole her password and am writing this in-cog-neeto. It's been super chilly lately, so as yew can see I am forced aginst my will to snug my bossy sister AnnieBee. Foster sissy who gots adopted Hannah don'ts boss me. Her front legs are wiggley jiggley so if she gets on my last nerve I jest knock her over and maw yells at me. Sheesh the drama amongst the womens around here.....

So anyways, since it's so durn cold outside, I've had to stay indoors a LOT lately in blankeys and on beds and stuffs. And pee on that indoor tree maw so conveniently put in the living room fur me a few weeks ago. Life is good fur the Howie Pees of the World. So wutt have yew been up to lately, hmmmm? If its gots anything to do with food, please use lots of adjectives and mail me sum.

Your good pal, PeeMan, GhostWriter Puggy, Under Cover, So To Speak.

Tuni Tuesday - A Tribute to a Lovely Angel Diva

Me and my brothers sawing logs - notice my double bed?

This here is AnnieBee

My handsome friend CocoPuggy posted where he likes to nap as a tribute to Aunty Angel Tuni, so I told Mama Who Adores Me that I wanted to do a Tuesday Tuni Tribute Too! Aunty Tuni taught me so much about being a divaqueen, even back when I was a babydiva and had so much to learn about bossin. Today whats I sees is whats I gets when I wants it - and I owe it all to Aunty Tuni's Training Program. I hope Aunty Tuni Angel is keeping watch over me. If she is, I will continue to always receive first choice of the new toys, first choice of the mama's lap time, and first serves at snackees and dinner times. We love you Angel Tuni, and hope you whispers in your mama's ear when she is dreaming so her heart will be comforted. Kisses from AnnieBee forever...

My favorite picture of Aunty Tuni with her Toy!

Heroes in the Sky - Howie's Tribute to Hank

Hank, the King of Pugs

Dear Big Fella in the Sky

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.

Thankful Thursday

Me and My Mama

This here is Hannah!

This is my first very own blog post, for Thankful Thursday, because on Sunday I found my furever home. I had been being pampered and spoiled and loved and squishy-fied at the Medina Foster Home for Wayward Pugs for one entire year as of last month. So on Sunday, foster mom and dad decided to make it official and applied to adopt me. I carefully reviewed their adoption application, paying particular attention to the number of mealtimes per day (three plus extra when mama fergits) plus the size of portions and how many snackies would be sprinkled in between meals. Then I asked for a list of the size and number of soft beds scattered about, and how many faux fur blankies would be mine all mine. After I was completely satisfied that my minimum requirements for spoilage were met, I had a talk with Java-kins. He is, after all, the puggy boy of my dreams (Sorry Bella, but pug-session is 9/10ths of the law...) I have been batting eyes at Java for about a year now, although he so far has only looked confused and tried to proclaim his undying love for his brother, Howie. When Java agreed that having my fluffy self nearby as an occasional footrest or snugbuddy was okay with him, I promptly gave the adoption application my pawprint of approval.

Congratulations Mom and Dad, I belong to you! You can call me Hannah Medina.

AnnieBee's Deep Thoughts Thursday

Seriously? You would rather paint than play with me?

Her Majesty Wears Many Hats

Her majesty wears many hats

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?

Dallas Ft Worth Pug Rescue - Pugapalooza 2012
www.shaglyphotography.com

Heaven's Newest Angel, Payton

Payton

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:

Heavenly Missive

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.

Pecan Toe Strikes Again!

Hannah (prior to Pecan Toe incident)
Photo by www.jennyfroh.com

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.

Night of the Living Fatties

Howie christening grammy's new recliner

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?

Goodbye to Annie's Love, Bajas

This post is from long ago, when Annie first fell in love with Bajas. Today, Bajas has gone to the bridge, where he is running free and no longer in pain. Our hearts go out to his mom, Ane, and his fursiblings. We send love and comfort from across the world. Go gently, sweet Bajas, the beautiful boy of Annie's heart.


A story from when they first met:

Hi, this here is Anniebelly. Today I want you to meet my
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.

Bajas is not only handsome, he is a brave metropolitan
puggy who is not afraid to take the city bus in Norway.

This is Bajas' brother, Virus, who is a Devon Rex Kitty. Bajas said

he is pretty sure Virus is adopted, since they eat different food and all.


*I love you Bajas! I am sending you kisses Airmail to Norway from Texas!*

Merry Christmas From AnnieBee and Her Pug Family!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
from Studio Director AnnieBee!

May all your holiday wishes come true,
and your bowl always be filled with delicious kibble!

Howie Pee Christmas Pug Wishes All His Peeps Happy Howlidays

Right after my baff

This here is Howie

I got a baff today for Christmas. Maw said I smelt like the bottom of a fish tank, and Santa wudd steer clear of my house if she didn't do somethin' pronto. She took me to see my girlfriend Nicole who adores me who gives me my baffs. Now I smell like roses, dog food, and farts. I hope all my good pug friends get visits from Pugmas Claws and get all the toys and prezzies they deserve, even AnnieSmelly.

Reality Pug TV - Howie's Live Pug Cam Video - Wild Pugs Doing Puggy Things

This here is Reality Show Pug Howie

I'm a star of my new show, Reality Pug TV. That there good lookin' pug laying in the orthopedic pug bed with two chicks is me. I'm the good lookin' one on the right. The two fat ones to the left are my sisters, Hannah and AnnieSmelly. My main man Java is there in the back, ready to do my biddin should I need a chilled beverage or the remote.

Maw and Paw hooked up the pug cam a few months ago and didn't tell me. I didn't find out about it til I got busted calling my girlfriend Pearley the other day on maws cell phone. Pearley and me we like to chat about important things, like making art out of our poo. Aye Tee and Tee got suspicious about excessive pugtexting and called maw at work one day, and that's when the turdleys hit the fan.

Now I just lay here all day, bossin my peeps, fartin on my sisters, and snoring. Tune in tomorrow for another riveting photo from the pug cam. Dad says with all this action and adventure, the pug cam is definitely not a premium channel, but what does he know. He should go back and play angry birds on his phone and mind his own bidness or somethin' already.

Dear Santa From AnnieBee

AnnieBee aka AngelicBee

Dear SantaPaws,

This here is Your Favorite Pug AnnieBee. Mommee says I have been really especially good this year, when I am sleeping. She said when I am sleeping, I am not digging the bath towels in the washroom into a pile to pee on. She says when I am sleeping I am not attacking my reflection in the oven door. She says when I am sleeping, I am not barking at her art clients who come to the house for important transactions involving square things that hang on the walls and look at me with frozen smiles on their faces while I fuss at them for not paying attention to me. She says when I am sleeping I am not trying to give my brother Howie a spankin for being annoying. And she says when I am sleeping, I am cute as a little smooshy nose bug in a rug. So as you can plainly see, I am perfect except for nine or 10 things.

So please bring me everything in the Neiman Marcus catalog 2011 this year, especially the sparkley items.

Love, AnnieBee With Kissies (and little hearts as dots over the "i's" in kissies)
PS - If you could also find a home for my foster sissy, Hannah, that would be most appreciated. This whole sharing mama's lap thing is for the birds!

Interview With Soon to Be Former Colgate Model AnnieBee

AnnieBee awaiting her teeth cleaning

This here is AnnieBee, soon to be former Colgate Model and spokespug.

I went to see Dr. Carter who adores me last week, cuz mama said I kept drooling. I told mama that feeding me more often would cure that problem, but she persisted since she is such a worry wart. Dr. Carter is a special tooth doctor with creedentials for orthodontia and he is from Alabama and he always tells everybody I'm the cutest pug he has ever seen, but who can blame him? The truth is, after mama left, Dr. Carter took seven of my teeth to add to the teeth necklace of mine he made last time I went to see him that I told yew about.

I tried to explain to his nurse that I need my pearly whites, most especially all my crooked bottom front teeth, since they are one of my endearing imperfections. *Howie rolls his eyes* But Dr. Carter insisted they were all broken and "just hanging on." I asked for some nice white veneers like Lindsey Lohan, but he thought I was joking! Then he got real worried, he told mama later, cuz he found a big pocket of infection under one of my back teeth. When I finally woke up from the sleepy juice, I had extra wrinkleys on my noggin, and everyone had to carry me around like a baby.

I enjoyed that attention, but now when I smile, all I see is gumline and my canine teefs showing! Howie said it makes me look more like a vampire, which is closer to my true nature, but mama is sad that my lip won't curl up for my signature snaggletooth smile any more. I think she's just upset that my Colgate spokespug contract could get canceled and so she can't spend money like a crazy mama any more. After all, how I can be their model any more now that I only gots a few toofs left? The worst part *baby pugs cover your ears and leave the room please* is I cannot play with any toys for TWO WEEKS. WHAT'S THAT ALL ABOUT??? *baby pugs can come back in the room now*

Howie is a Thankful Pug

I am not thankful for this hat

This here is Howie

I jest read my pal Tweedley's thankful post and it got me to thinkin about all the stuff I am thankful for. I hope all yew of my friends had a good turkey day. Sorry I am late to say that to yew, I jest woke up from a turkey coma.

I am thankful for AnnieBee when she is sleepin and not annoyin me and barkin at the TV or her reflection in the oven door.

I am thankful for my brother Java, who grows cheese on his nose shelf and taught me to run from aluminum foil.

I am thankful for my foster sissy Hannah Banana, who reminded me of the importance of barkin at inanimate objects and kicking up the lawn after markin my terry-tory.

I am thankful for the tree maw brought into the house, too, although maw sez it is not for the purpose for which I have put it to use.

What are you thankful for? If it is food related, please explain in great detail, and use a lotta adjectives.

Hannah Banana, Foster Puggy Queen and Diva in Training

Hannah Banana and Mama

This here is Hannah

I'm the official foster puggy queen at the Medina Foster Home For Wayward Pugs, where I like to bark at leafs and trees and let everypuggy know I am the boss. I like to kick the grass after I bark the perimeter, and sometimes I burst outta the doggy door just to make sure no lurkers are out and about in my yard. Mama says I am the best guard puggy she has ever met, and I can tell Howie admires me. I taught Java Cheesy how to kick the grass too, so he has been working on that new skill, in addition to his current cheese production duties. I am 7 years old and look like a little froggy when I am sitting down. I love people, and when they come to visit I like to sit on their feets so they are sure to notice me. Mama says that I sound like a froggy when I bark, since I have a paralyzed larynx, but that just adds to my overall froggy charm. I was shy when I first came to Howie's house, but not anymore! Now I crawl right into the middle of the pile at bed time and go right to sleep. My snug buddy Howie makes a great pillow, but Annie will do in a pinch. This will be my first Christmas at Howie's house. He has been braggin' about all the food he gets, but so far all I see is his special panty-cree-att-itis menu getting served to him. I can't wait to see what Santa is going to bring me! What are you getting for Christmas? Enquiring puggy minds wants to know!

Howie Tootin' for the Cowboys

Howard practices perchin' skills

This here is Howie

I'm gonna be tootin' for the Cowboys today. Who are you tootin' for?

AnnieBee's New Ducky Jammies

My uber-cute new custom ducky jammies

This here is AnnieBee

Aunty Punchy made me some custom tailored uber cute new ducky jammies so I am wearing them proudly today. Howie made a few comments but I think it's just cuz he is jealous that he doesn't have any ducky jammies. He said that these are the types of photos that go out on the Inter-Nett and get pugs in trouble when they apply for jobs or run for important presidential offices in the future. I happen to think that this here beautiful outfit will win me votes, don't you?

Close Encounters of the Very Scary Kind

Me and the really scary pod-pug

This here is AnnieBee.

I told yew the other day I would share something really scary, but that I just could not bring myself to talk about it yet. *fans self with paw* When mommy and daddy took me shopping at my fav boutique, Dogologie, I bumped into the scariest pug I have ever seen. He kept staring at me like he wanted to take my squeaky donut or something.

Daddy thought it was funny, and kept pushing the pug toward me with his foot. I didn't like that one bit, as you can see from my distressed countenance. Howie told me later that this was undoubtedly one of them pod pugs from the Invasion of the Puggy Snatchers movie. He said that was a Pee Gee rated movie and that's why mom and dad had not let me watch it before. He said I should always check with him first so he can make sure I am aware of the scary creepy monsters in the world and be totally prepared. In exchange for this protection service, he wants two bites of my lunch tomorrow before I start in on hogging it down. What do you think? Should I share my lunch so I will have protection? I really like my lunch, so I am in a tizzy.

Pod Pug had really beady eyes, too...

Action Annie, Accessories Sold Separately

I don't have all day, Maw!!!

AnnieBee's Whirlwind Texas Hill Country Shopping Tour

Elsie, me and my mom, and Mary Katherine at GAC

This here is AnnieBelly

In case you've missed me, it's cuz I've been traveling seeing my peeps. Maw and Daddy took me to The Good Art Company Gallery last weekend so mom could hammer the walls and hang square things up and talk to people who were not offering me food. I always go with mommy to these places, everyone lines up to have their picture made with me because I am irresisty bull. (Howie rolls eyes).

I wonder if they have larger bags.

I was devastated that Art Studio Dog Bob was unavailable for our much anticipated tryst, but Daddy whisked me away to the Cookie Bar at my fav boutique, Dogologie to assuage my achey breaky heart. After emptying the bottom shelves of the cookie bar, I glued myself to my full shoppy bag, which Daddy held just out of my reach for the excruciatingly long 2 minute walk to my limousine.

On the way home, mommy fed me five iced cookies in my fav colors. I attended to a nice chewy tendon in between massacreing three new toy squeakers. With the exception of not getting to bump noses with Bob, this was just about the most satisfactory trip I have ever taken to Freddyburg, especially since it was just me, and I got to leave the boys at home out of the public eye, where they belong.

Except for one terrifying awful encounter I will have to tell you about later, because right now I don't even want to remember it. Just envision Freddy Kruger meets JasonPuggy in a dark alley, and maybe you will get an idea.

Anticipation is way, way over-rated.

Wordless Wednesday for Travelin' AnnieBee

Wordless Wednesday With Sock Monkey