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Friday, June 8, 2012

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.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

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.