Flashback Friday

Java looking after baby brother Howie,

long before Howie had become so annoying.

Pee Is for Pancreatitis and Other Discoveries

So this is what Dr. Carter did with my teefs!!!

This here is Howie

I woke maw and paw up last night with tummy bubbles and had to go to the Emergency 9-1-1 Vet. Dr. Quinn Who Adores Me ran some tests and said I had an eppy-sode of pancreatitis so I hafta switch to a low fat food. I am sitting here writing to yew from my first class accommodations at the vet center getting me summa them IV fluids today.

I do love being here at the vet center, the ladies are all real cute and they are always telling me I am a good boy and how handsome I am. At home all I hear is "HOWIE DO NOT PEE ON THE LEATHER COUCH" and "HOWIE DO NOT TEACH YOUR FOSTER BROTHER HOW TO OPEN THE REFRIGERATOR" and other such nonsense.

The bad news is I gotta go one more day without eating while all that gurgling settles down inside me. Maw is coming to pick me up tonight so I will be hero doggy at home, and everyone will let me get away with anything. Mebbe I will tell maw to make Annie sleep in the garage.

Maw said something about how this was a "teaching moment" (see why I like to go to the vet???) and I had to share this linky with everypuggy so here is your homework:

Pancreatitis - What it Is All About

Hurricane Howie Hunkers Down

We are hunkered down at the House of Pee!

This here is Hurricane Howie

It has been pouring cats and pugs since yes-turd-day and so my mission if I choose to accept it is to only pee indoors until this blows over. Maw had steam coming out of her ears this morning when she saw me showing my foster brother Tanner the correct way to pee on the leg of the leather couch.

My sister Anniebelly has been gathering up all her toys in the event she gets evacuated. I have put a big red cross on the roof with a sign that sez:

TAKE MY SISTER PLEASE

Annie said if the storm hits Dallas, she is planning to take only her most important toys, including pink piggy, the squeaky red ball, noisey frog, knobbley bear, and, of course, the hunk of yellow faux fur. She don't know it but I peed on the whole pile jest now while she was rootin around in the toybox.

Howie's Birthday Rant

This here is my birfday cookie
No, I did not save any for yew

This here is Howie

Get yer tissues ready. Here are the things I didn’t git to watch on TV lately even though it is my birfday:

Indiana Daytonapolis Five Hunnert

Western Monster Dog Show

And all I gots to say about it is it’s a buncha hooey that watching them two programs would result in me barkin and jumpin on daddy’s Flatscreen Preciously Loved TV. Just because last year I barked at all the big dogs at the Western Monster Show, and especially that one doggy who looked like a mop who I am sure wasn’t a doggy at all. And just because whenever a car races by on the TV and says rrrrrrrrrrrrrooooommmm zzzzoommm I like to chase it and bark my head off, is no reason to deny me these activities.

Most annoyin is when the big dog is on the screen barkin or jumpin around and then he walks off stage exit left and I have to run in the room behind the TV to see where da heck he went. Mommy has been wonderin lately why I’m getting so fat. Well HUL-LO!! These was the two only exercises I get all year! Additionally, I had made some discussions about winners with my good pal, Louie, on the Daytonapolis Five Hunnert and I didn’t get to see who won! Now I didn’t say we was bettin or anything, did I? Noooooo. Just discussions like, Hey Lou, who do you think will win and if they don’t win you can be my pal and send me summa those hot wings yer eatin that day. That sorta thing. Nodoggy was wired. Nodoggy was breakin international laws of transit, just cuz Lou lives in Caneeda and mails me stuff that should probably have been inspected and discarded years ago that I will enjoy eatin anyway. We didn’t say ANY of this stuff on deesposable cell phones. All the time I gets accused of stuff I didn’t do yet, but was only thinking about doing. It’s a crime to be treated like this.

And don’t even get me started on Anniebelly Bossypants, my lil sister. It’s all, lately, just a buncha hooey!!!

Wordless Wednesday at Java's House

Java growing cheese

CelebrityPug Stubby Visits the Pugpants

CelebrityPug Stubby

looking all GQ

This here is Howie

Maw said I can write the blog today since I made the most noise at breakfast this morning. My good pal Stubby brought his folks over for a visit yesterday. He brought a bag full of food, per my instructions. Stubby has been traveling all over the country surprising folks with visits. I tried to climb into the car with Aunty Michele and Stubby as a surprise but maw said no. Have you ever heard such hooey in your life? She didn't even listen when I splained that Stubs gets to visit sixty dozen different refrigerators before he goes home.

I knew something was up this morning when Stubby brushed his teeth before he left. I saw on twitter he is having lunch with my girlfriend Pearley Poo in Oklahoma today. S'okay though, I am generous that way, and besides, he promised to mail me their leftovers so I got no problem with my good buddy StubsMan.

This is me, Howie, with my

good pal StubbyPug and his
mom, Michele, who I would
like to trade my maw for

This is Stubby and his groupies

This is my sister Annie with

Aunty Michele.

This is Stubby hanging out with all

the pug rescue peeps. Check out the cutey
just to his left!

Goodbye Mr. Sunshine - Oscar Goes to the Bridge Today

I was 11 years old when I arrived at

the Medina Foster Home for Wayward Pugs

Today my heart is breaking, as my beloved foster pug, Oscar, will be going to the Rainbow Bridge. His furever mom and dad, Jennifer and Dave, have adored and loved this special boy since they adopted him from DFW Pug Rescue four years ago.

Oscar came to rescue at the age of 11, and had the face of a teddy bear. He was an old soul but adored when I gave him kisses. Any time his family traveled, Oscar stayed with us, because he loved being at the Medina Foster Home for Wayward Pugs.

A few days ago he developed a cough, and his trachea is near collapsing. He has fluid on his lungs. He is no longer interested in food, which for Oscar, was his life passion. Jennifer said he is not himself at all and though he looks for her, he seems to be gone already. We had hoped he would see the age of 15 years, but it was not meant to be.

I pray the angels will take him gently and he will know how much he has been adored and loved in the short time we have known this amazing little fellow. I am so thankful he was in my life, and he went to such a loving home.

I've shared his story below. Please hug your babies today and tell them they are loved.

Goodbye Oscar, my sweet boy.

Howie showed me all the best places to pee

and how to bark at those pesky birds in the yard.

I may have been deaf, but I always knew when

something exciting was happening in the kitchen.

This is my best "Feed Me Scrambley Egg" face.

Foster mom said Santa Paws was bringing me a furever family.

The best thing about the foster home was all the women
kissing me all the time. Check out that cute little divapug
Winnie Wiggles in the corner. She always snuggled me at naptime.

Wordless Wednesday at Howie's House

Howie's Action Video

Scary cousin Newton

This here is Howie

That picture scared yew, dint it? That's my scary cousin Newton from California. His dad writes movie scripps. I'm havin this blown up poster size and I'm gonna hang it over Annie's bed so when she wakes up in the morning she'll have a suprize.

I decided to make my own action movie this weekend. Maw said I was poopin on the deck so I had to help scrub the deck. Have you ever heard sech hooey in your life??? This is my first Movie By Howie.

LINK TO FAMOUS HOWIE VIDEO

Puppy Dog Bed in Intensive Care

Annie anxiously waits
for the surgeon to finish

This here is AnnieBee with terrible news

Puppy Dog Bed is having surgery today. *wipes tear* Howie ate one of his eyeballs off and then started ripping out the stuffin through the hole. *shudders with horror* Mommy said that she had to do emergency surgery right away or else Howie would get constipated. So Puppy Dog Bed is in the surgical center and I'm stuck out here with nothin' but 3 year old copies of Sports Illustrated to read.

Caution - Graphic image -
hide eyes before viewing

The surgeon shooshed me out of the room during certain parts, she said they were too graphical for my little self to see. She said only old puggies who have been around the block could sit through something this awful without fainting. Howie sat through it and said he farted the whole time. I'm concerned the air was contaminated and fart particles during the surgery. *Annie makes note to puggy self to wash puppy bed in extra bleach*

The tearful reunion

GREAT NEWS!!! Surgeon said Puppy Dog Bed is going to be OKAY!!!! I was so happy to see Puppy Dog Bed when he came out of surgery. I grabbed him by the face and yanked him outta the surgeons' grip. Surgeon said to treat him with tender care and handle very gentley for the next 3 hours.




This is me making sure Puppy Dog Bed is back in tip top shape right after surgery. Howie climbed on and wouldn't get off. *steam comes outta Annie's ears*

Howie's Daring Nighttime Raid

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

THIS HERE IS HOWIE *whispery voice*

I'm teaching foster brother Tanner the important tools of the trade and the lesson here is a night time freezer drawer raid. Now oncet you get the drawer open, you gotta shoves all the boring stuff aside like this.

Then you grabs the frozen doggy treats mommy hides in here fur you that she don't know that you know that you know about even though she don't know it. You get the pitcher.

Since I don't got no thumbs, I grabs the bag wiff my mouffff *speaks wiff mouff full*

Oh CWAP! It FELL! Ooopsie, I said Cwap. heh heh

Then, now this is the most important part so pay attention! When maw sez WHY IS THERE A BAG OF TREATS ON THE FLOOR THIS MORNING you jest tilt your head and say wutt? huh? Aren't I cute maw? Can I have summa those?

Java Directs A Pug Rescue Photoshoot

Brianna the pug is helping her dad, Nick
with the photoshoot of Puddin Pop

This here is Java

Ma said that since I managed to get into almost every picture on Saturday, I get to do the bloggy post today. As you can see, I was Mister Super Helpful when little Puddin Pop came over to get her photos made by the professional that day. This was my back yard, you see, so I felt it was important to be sure it was all done correctly.

Mister Camera Guy had to shoot Puddin's closeup six times before he got it right, because I kept jumping in front of the lens to try to explain to him about how he needed to adjust his lighting and to make sure nopuggy was getting snacks that I wasn't privvy to. Mom finally grabbed me and held me out of the way, which I found very disturbing, being as Mister Camera Guy clearly needed help. After all, why else would he bring his assistant, Brianna, to stand on his shoulders and snort directions?

I kind of got crushy on little Puddin, look how cute she is! Mom said she was a perfect lady and Howie said I should get her phone number and ask her out, seeing as she has her own wheels and I don't know how to drive. Puddin was dropped off at a shelter and could not walk when she came to Dallas Fort Worth Pug Rescue. After some hydrotherapy and a new wheelcart, she is getting around pretty as you please.

Mom said if I ever need some fancy wheels, she knows exactly how she'll train me. She'll hang a big ole hunk of cheese in front of my nose. I suggested we start practicin' right now.

Aunty JoAnn and Puddin Pop

Puddin smiling pretty and me, Java, in the
background, making sure it's all done right

Howie Receives More Fan Mail Than Annie

This here is Howie

I received more fan mail this week from a cute little girl who adores me, though we have never met in person. Annie never gets mail like this, she is too busy barking at the TV and beating up her puppy dog bed to utilize effective networking skills on DogBook like I do every time mom is at work.

Read it and weep AnnieSmelly. My peeps love me, even if I do smell like stinky cheese and eat bugs.

Howie's Got a Date

Puddin Pop

This here is Howie

I gotta take a bath and brush my teeth cuz I've got a date on Sunday. Don't get jealous Pearley Pants, k? Puddin Pop has got her own wheels so she'll be cruisin over to meet me, the handsome PeeMan. She's bringing along a cameraman who is gonna get film of her tooling around my yard and being adored. Puddin is one of the cuties from Dallas Fort Worth Pug Rescue, that web site I like to look at every day. Maw insists this Web site is not my own personal dating service, but I just can't help but admire the cuteys there, over 120 foster pugs right now! So there are bound to be some lovely ladies in the bunch.

Puddin Pop came to rescue at age 7, and could not walk very well, so a bunch of nice peeps who love pugs donated money to pug rescue to buy her these cool new wheels.

I'll let you know how it goes. Hide your eyes Pearley!

Howard Considering a Change of Scenery

Ever since paw got his new Miele vacuum, things

around the house have gotten mighty clean.

It's enough to make a pug

consider a change

of scenery.

If maw posts these on Facebook, I'm

not gonna be Happy Howard.

AnnieBelly's Latest Acquisition

AnnieBelly breaks in her latest acquisition.


This here is AnnieBelly

I was perusin' lovely bloggies today and happen to read an important story about Aunt Josie's new sock monkey bed from Walgreens. Lo and behold I realized I don't got no sock monkey bed! *Annie stomps paw and steam comes outta her ears*

As soon as I informed my secretary she grabbed her car keys and went to Walgreen to correct this terrible oversight. Did she come home with the proper sock monkey I had ordered? Nope. But she did find this fluffy puppy dog bed and said I should give it a try. I carried it up and down the hall and then I chewed on its eyeballs and then I shook it till the seams rattled, kinda like I do Howie when he is particular annoyin.

I do love my puppy dog bed, it's nice and it's....it's.....zzzzz....zzzzzzzzzz

Aunt Josie and Her Sock Monkey Bed

Tanner Marlow, Private Eye Puggy, Meets Howie

This here is Howie.

I got a new foster brother this week named Tanner. Maw sez he is real well behaved, but I'm taking care of that problem as quickly as I can. I already taught him how to get rowdy and bark at mealtime, pee on the deck instead of in the yard, and how to steal Annie's toys just cuz it annoys her.

I've got a list of about twenty thousand other important Howie Tricks of the Trade to work on with him, so I hope he sticks around fur a while. Tanner used to have his own harem in a place called Oklahoma where they made baby pugs like marshmallows on an assembly line. He got his first bite of cheese ever in his whole life yesterday, and his eyes got all buggy. I told him if he tells me how he broke outta that jail up there, I'd tell him which drawer the cheese is stored in. Here's his story:

Tanner Marlow, CIA

Tanner Marlow, Private Eye Pug.

You have undoubtedly heard of me. I escaped from Abu Growl prison in Marlow, Oklahoma, last week with the assistance of my contacts in the DFW Pug Rescue organization. My covert deep underground sources had tapped out a puggy SOS and lo and behold, the famous rescue peeps came with their capes and tights and PugOWeen T shirts and got us all out of a bad situation.

I was the stud puggy in Marlow with my own harem, but foster mom says I am currently the only pug in her household who does not pee indoors or misbehave. I do enjoy scratches and pats and lovey dovey looks from ladies, but I'm just a little afraid of men. My foster dad and I get along just fine, though, especially after he offered me a bowl of stew with meaty muffin sauce. I am about 7 years old and will be wanting to relocate my headquarters soon.

If you would like to hire me to be your official furever puggy, please fill out an adoption application for Tanner Marlow. You'd better hurry, though, with my smile and sparkling personality, I won't be looking for new digs long!

Click here to read more about Tanner Pug!

Even a spypuggy's gotta chillax sometime

Nappin Tanner

Howie Not Amused by Annie's Prezzie

Howie Waking Up From Tooth Surgery

Annie's Gift to Howie

This here is Howie

I went to see Dr. Carter this morning about my teefs and he said it looked great. I have no idea why AnnieSmelly thinks I need dentures. Somepuggy needs to explain to her this is not funny. Just cuz Dr. Carter was wearing a six foot long necklace of all my teeth when I arrived at the clinic this morning is no reason to assume I don't got not teeth. I happen to have just enough teeth left to bite somepuggy on her fat behind if she don't watch out.

I'm just sayin.

Howie's Comfy New Chair - Annie

Howard decides Anniebelly

needs to scoot over.

Annie says no.

Annie suggests Howie go on the Puggy Craig diet.

All Howie hears

when his sister talks is:

Blah Blah Blah Blah

Howie's Wordless Wednesday

Remembering three lovely ladies,

Skippy Wu, Jasmine and Bernice...

DFW Pug Rescue's Annual Video Tribute, No Pug Left Behind

No Pug Left Behind - DFW Pug Rescue from Nancy Medina on Vimeo.

Dallas Fort Worth Pug Rescue celebrates 12 years and 4800 pugs rescued in our annual video tribute.

You can learn more about DFW Pug Rescue at www.dfwpugs.com

Howard and Annie, Professional Flower Arrangers

The yellow goes nicely here, but you

might want to rethink the greenery mom.

Howard - did you pee on this????

Who, me? I hates it when Annie is in charge. Sheesh.