No Excuses Sunday

Hello all my puggy people and the like.
The blog has been returned to it's rightful owner.
Me.
Yeah, sure Brigitte likes to hang out in bars. Maybe even gets in a bar room brawl from time to time.
But, is she bad enough for this club?
I don't think so...

That's right, I am a fan.Whatcha gonna do about it? A girl's gotta have her guilty pleasures.

I am both brimming with excitement and melancholy at the same time.
This week is the season finale.
What am I gonna do without my Bad Girls?

Wilmas Wednesday Words of Wisdom

"Be the straw that stirs the drink"

What do I mean you may ask.

Well it ain't like this guy that's for sure...

Pugupine?

No, it's more like an attitude, a theory, a concept.

Because being the straw that stirs the drink, requires very little physical exertion. No, it is accomplished more...how can I say? With the your spirit or psyche.

In fact, it is one of the most powerful methods for mind control that I have in my wheelhouse.

When done effectively, most mortals don't even realize what is happening.

What's more, you often are able to place blame for the outcome on someone else.

Allow me to offer an example:

Like many of you all, I love food.

I am also a refined pug who isn't going to beg.

Now, there are a few things about Brigitte I can always count on.

1. She has a hard time controlling her emotions when she gets excited.

2. She barks really loud when she is excited.

3. Food excites Brigitte.

Then there is the Mom.

1.She can't tolerate Brigitte's loud, shrill, shrieking voice.

2. The louder Brigitte barks, the faster she pours the kibble.

Are you still with me people? We are almost to the pay off.

All I have to do to get fed pronto, is give Britte a little nudge. Sometimes it's a look, other times a little hmph, and BINGO Brigitte is spinning in circles screaming like a wild ban chi, and

Mom is flinging out breakfast bowls like pancakes at an all you can eat buffet. Trying to save what's left of her hearing, after surviving more 80's heavy metal concerts than she cares to admit to.

And viola' I'm fed.

You see? Minimal effort, maximum payoff.

This concept can applied to whatever situation you please.

Hear a noise and don't feel like looking into it?

Delegate.

Bored, and just looking for a little excitement?

steal a toy from one of your siblings.

Not to worry, those of you without other canine or feline counterparts.

These methods work with your humans too.

All it takes is a little observation of  human behavior and you will soon see how easily they are stirred.

And now, my fine students, you must practice what I have taught you.

No Apologies

Hi folks, Wilma here. Mom wanted to name this post Guilty Pleasures, but I vetoed her. I'm just going to put it out there. Call Don Henley, I love dirty laundry. Almost nothing makes me happier than sneaking into the laundry room with Mommy, and climbing to the top of the laundry pile. I love to mash my mug all up in the clothes. I love to roll around in them, and if I make a really cute face, Mommy caves and gives me belly rubs. Pure heaven. Not only do I love dirty laundry, I also simply can't sleep on clean sheets. When I get on the bed after the sheets are changed  I am compelled to run straight up the bed to the pillows and knock them out of place with my head. I must make contact with each individual pillow. Then I proceed to roll all over the bed. Ahhh...now I can rest easy. There you have it. Big deal, right. Do any of you have any "guilty pleasures" you're not willing to apologize for. Please share

By the way, Mom and Dad,watching  "Steven Segal Lawman"

Toodles, Wilma