Sunday Sharing

So, I was looking through the album from when Mom and Dad and me got married, and I asked Mom if we could scan up some highlights.

So here we go...

This picture is on the porch of the B&B we got married at.

We took all the posing pictures beforehand, so we could party with our guests.

This is the big tree we were going to get married under, but when we woke up that morning, on May 18th, it was snowing!

So we had the ceremony in the parlor.

This is me, checking to make sure everyone was ready for me and Mom to come down the stairs.

Here I am accompanied by my Uncle Joey. He had a pocket full of treats, and he's a total sucker.

I had him feeding me through the whole boring talking part.

Then it was time to kiss the bride.

Party time! Look how my Nana has on Mom's veil. She's so silly.

This day happened nine years ago this May.

I was almost one.

That means I will be turning ten this year.

Get ready to par-tay!

Hope you are all having a great weekend!



Power of the Paw

Hello friends. Most importantly tonight, II am issuing a shout out for the power of the paw for one of our Sunflower Sisters.

Our girl Daisy of Pearl and Daisy fame, over at Too Cute Pugs

will be having surgery tomorrow to get rid of a lumpy her humans found. They need every bodies love and support to help make sure no bad things are found in the lump and that Daisy does just fine.

So lets do like we do, and hold paws around Daisy and her fams while they go through this tough time.

We love you Daisy.

Please, also include our sista Sequoia in the circle of paws. She is waiting to find out about a lumpy on her belly. Damn lumpies.

Love you girl.

In other old news. And by old, I mean so old. I can't help but share a few shots from our most recent

 dump-a-thon of snow.



I am trying to hide from it, but it just keeps finding me.

Yeah, that's about a 10' tall apple tree.

Again, how are we supposed to get out of here?

Ahhhhh....it's the snow demon from hell!!!!!!!

Someone please send one way tickets to somewhere warm and sunny.

I know, we are supposed to be tough New Englanders, but there are roofs caving in and people getting hit by cars, because you can't see past the snow banks. This is getting to be redonkulous!



Wordless Wednesday ~ The Killing Fields



* Fear not friends, Wilma's Words of Wisdom will return. Lord knows I have plenty more to share. Just taking a short hiatus.

Taking Care of Business ~ on several levels

OK, let me start by telling you that I have had quite enough of these sub zero weather conditions. Enough!!!

I'm done with having to go out in ten feet of snow and ice to take care of business. I am done with having chunks of snow and ice jamming up between my delicate pads, I am done with hardly having enough open space to spread logs over the entire property without any overlap. And, I am done with  having to bundle up and go out the front door, around to the back door because the back steps are covered in this...

Coldest day since 2004 today. Poor skinny little Sluggo has never even seen temperatures this cold.

At least he has his snuggly warm, cuter than cute Sock Monkey sweater from Melissa and Emmett to keep him warm.



I am so over it!

So, there you have it. My personal rant abouth the lame winter weather in New England. I feel justified in bitching about the weather beacause it is not my choice to live here. It just so happens that the hand that feeds me happens to be born and raised in this hideous climate.

Given my druthers, I would be on a plane straight to sunny California.

But, I digress. One of the other pieces of business I want to address today is my sister Bar-room Britte's takeover of my blog last week.

Many of you probably wondered why I did not immediatly retaliate for her actions.

 Well, you see, it's complicated.

 By the time I realized what she had done, it was the next morning. And this was the shape she was in.

We all know what a rocker Brigitte is, and what a party girl she can be.

But it seems to be becoming a little more than she can handle.

I fear I soon may need to employ the services of the man made of brick, mustache and meat.

None other than interventionist...

Jeff Van Vonderen

(Do yourself a favor. If you click on no other link, please follow this link to somethingawful.com, so you can get the full effect of their fabulous biography on Mr Van Vonderen. Especially if you are a fan of the A&E show Intervention.)



So, If Brigitte's drinking has affected your life in a negative way, and you would like to participate in her intervention. Please write a little something to her and send it along.

I will keep you posted on the time and place.

Thanks friends.

Love,

Wilma

Sunflower Birthday Greetings

Lots of Birthdays out there in Bloggyland these days. Two of which happen to be our girls in the Sunflower Club.

Lily Jayne our little baby over at  the Slimmer Pugs turns 2 today. And our beloved Pearly Poo is a wee 5 years old.

Plus, the cutest of the cute Jemima Jones Beck is 6 today!

 

We sure hope all of our girly girls have a fabulous day filled with treats, licks, laps and love.

Many happy returns ladies!



Happy Birthday Winston Wilbur

Hey there peeps. I am going to take the high road today, and hand the blog over to Sluggo instead of answering to what my sister Brigitte had to say yesterday. I will deal with her later.



Sluggo has a message for his pal Winston who is celebrating his birthday today.





Hey there everybody. This here is Sluggo. I wrote a little something for the Chairpug of The Fire Hydrant Club. Here it goes...



Winston Wilbur he's a great pug friend,
His love for his girl Tuni, it has no end.

He hails from up north, two cats in the hizzy,
One's name is Tika, the other is Kizzy.

He started up a club just for us boys,
And to honor his friend Stubby, he recycles all his toys.

Today is Winston's Birthday, and he deserves the best,
So go give him Birthday wishes, he won't think you are a pest.

Happy Birthday buddy!!!

Bar Room Britte Cuts Through the BS



Well, hello there *hic* friends and countrymen.

It's no secret that the weather here in New England and other remote parts of the country has been sucking eggs.

It has left me with some serious cabin fever. I find myself spending more and more time down in the club sipping martinis and playing solitaire to pass the time.

So, I got to thinkin' about this Wilma, and her "wisdom". Then I read Daisy's post revealing a side of  Pearl that we really didn't know about.

So I says to myself, "Self, you know a thing or two about Wilma that the whole world may find surprising".

After slinging back a few, I got the cojone's to go ahead and hijack the blog. Why not? It's just me and a big old computer down here.

 I pretty much had a choice between dropping a random deuce, or hacking into Wilma's account. I chose the latter. Besides, I'm ten, I really don't give a crap what anybody thinks, says, does, or feels anymore.

So here's the dish... Wil would love to have you believe that she is the Oprah Winfrey of pug dogs. The wise, all knowing diva with a heart of gold. Truth be told, Wilma has the ability to be a real jerk sometimes.

Take this past weekend for example. I don't have any photographic evidence, but why would I lie?

We went for a visit to our Great Grammy Mary's house. We hadn't seen her in a while and were very excited when we got there. Once we settled in, Sluggo and I made it a point to spend some quality time with Gram Mary.

Do you think Wilma had the good graces to go over and say hello? The answer is no!

She was too busy demanding ham from Uncle Jimmy. She just stood there and yelled. For God's sake, Uncle George couldn't even go into the kitchen to fix a pot of tea without Wilma following at his heels, scrapping for a treat.

Normally I wouldn't mind her putting on the pressure, because, let's face it. We all benefit when the plate of ham comes out. But, she was such a pest, she ruined it for everyone. Mom and Dad wouldn't let them give us anything!

So unfair.

You would think she would have learned a lesson from her actions, but noooooooo.....

Can you believe, as we were getting ready to leave, I heard her mutter something about not leaving without something besides the cat food in the back yard she snarfed down when we went out for business.

So, you know what she did?!

While everyone was saying their goodbyes, and giving kisses all around, she snuck off into the kitchen, broke into the cupboard, dragged out the cat's kibble and started tearing into the bag.

Unbelievable.

So there you *hic* have it. The *hic* plain truth about Wilma.

 Someone had to tell it.

"Say, looks like we are running low on whippy flavored vodka."*

*Please note, no pugs were harmed in the writing of this post. All liquor bottle contents have been replaced with flavored water for the safety of all involved.

Ooh That Smell

So Mom and Dad went out Saturday Night. They'll do that from time to time, and usually I'm OK with it.




This time, however, they both came home with so many different smells, it took like 15 minutes of sniffing to figure out where the h&ll they went.




I mean, they were dripping in smells. Of what you ask? OTHER DOGS!!! And Chicken Parm!!! Really?! A few of the smells I recognized. That's what really set me off. Guess who was all over Mom and Dad's clothes....




Yeah, that's right. My boyfriend Murphy, his bro, and Brigitte's crush, Duke and their Mom. I did not authorize this visit. Then I started thinking. What possible reason could they have for seeing Murphy without me. Then I remembered the unknown smells. They were not pug smells, but I definitely smelled dog. Dog and puppy. My brain was spinning out of control, I thought my head would explode. So, when they sat down on the couch, we just cut loose on them. Sniffing and licking, licking and sniffing. Until they finally told us. The reason all of these confusing smells were all over them was because of this...




And this


And this



Yup, they were with unknown dogs. I was not kept in the loop as it pertains to this decision, and I was not happy. Not one bit. Just when I was getting ready to pee in a shoe, they explained why. This girl right above is named Cookie. And those little ones are 2 of her 8 puppies who were going to be abandoned in an apartment in Georgia. That is until a bunch of kind people ( I'm afraid I don't know the full chain of rescue organizations that participated in this endeavor), got together to rescue them.


One of which was none other than my Murphy's Mom Sam the Patron Saint of Pug Rescue. She initially agreed to foster the whole brood, until the puppies were weaned. But all but these two ended up going to other fosters.

The rescue she is working with is Friends of Homeless Animals out of Rhode Island.


I guess it was kinda last minute that Mom and Dad offered to pick up the pups from the transporter near the New York border while Samantha prepared them a place.


From what they say, the Momma, Cookie is really sweet. A Boston Terrier mix, although the rescue claims purebred, she looks a little different. Mom couldn't stop talking about was a sweet girl and good mother she was. Either way, she said she was tempted to come straight home with them instead of taking them to Murphy's house. Then she thought better of it, knowing that I totally would not be down with sharing my humans with anyone else. Smart decision.


Cookie is only 18 months old herself. Mom hopes she finds a wonderful forever home where she never has to worry about being abandoned again. So do I. We will keep you posted. If you click on the link above, it will bring you to the page where one of the puppies is posted. They say they don't know who the Papa was, but Mom heard it was a German Shephard.


Mama Cookie. I think Mom was so "sweet" on her, get it, sweet, cookie, haha, because she reminds her of her childhood dog Muffins. Cookies, muffins, I'm hungry, talk to you later!!!