Finally.... Good Hiking Weather!!!

Disclaimer: prepare for a gratuitous amount of cute pug pictures in this post.

It's one of the reasons you come here for  anyway, right?!

So, even though Hurricane Earl was a bust, it did manage to sweep out all that nasty, thick hot stinky weather.

We had a beautiful sunny, breezy clear day today.

Mom and Dad decided to take us to our favorite place for hiking,  White Memorial Conservation Center.

We were very happy to get in the car and go on an adventure.

However, I decided it would not be as easy as that.

Mom and Dad had to pay a small price for letting so much time pass between hikes.

And no, having the hottest Summer on record is not a legit excuse.

So I planned a little breakout attempt for the trip up.

It was brilliant.

First, I had Brigitte back out of her harness and walk right into the front seat onto Dad's lap.

This was just a diversion though. In the meantime, I was in the back seat writhing around like Chris Angel escaping from one of his locked straight jackets, under water , in a trunk.

So when Mom pulled over to re-secure Brigitte, I barreled right into the front for myself.

You can just call me Wilma Devil!

I jumped down onto the floor...

climbed back out

and proceeded to mock the Mom.

I was so proud of myself!

Dad was in the store when I pulled all this, leaving Mom to corral me and Brigitte by herself.

She took these pictures as proof to Dad of what I did.

Doesn't matter, I did it in such a cute way, there was no punishment.

Dad thinks everything I do is cute

Off we went to the park!

There are 4,000 acres within White Memorial, so we almost always choose a different path.

Sluggo was a little moody, I don't know if he was upset because we didn't include him in our plan, but almost all the pictures of him show him looking sulky.

I don't know if he really likes hiking, Do you like to hike Salinger?

Just asking.

Here's Brigitte, half in the bag.

Sluggo poses on a rock.

I think I would like to come back on Monday.

Brigitte too, we'll have to check back with Slugs.

We hope you are all having a fun time this weekend!

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.

Wilma Don't Fetch

This will come as no surprise to most of you. Why would I, such a magnifcent beast, participate in such degrading canine pursuits? Clearly I would not, I have staff for that.

Now readers, although I don't fetch, desperate times call for desperate measures. Last night was one of those times. You see Mom and Dad were watching that hideous talent show American Idol. The only part of that rubbish I have any respect for is Simon ( We have a lot in common after all). Now that he's announced his departure, I had to pull those two away, before they were sucked into the vortex. How did I do it you ask. I had to dig deep into my reserve of artifice. Feeling rather fiesty, I decided it was time for a game of fetch. Fear not my friends. This is how I do it. I choose a lambie (that's what we call toys around here), and proceed to drop it off the edge of the couch. I then proceed to bark at it until one of THEM fetches it FOR ME. So much more fun and amusing to me, it's incredible how long they are occupied by this folly. I like to mix it up by throwing in a few other moves as well. Another thing I like to do is to sit at the end of the couch, bed, where ever and just start staring. I stare and stare making crazier and more posessed faces,

and then when they least expect it...I run at them. Straight up their bodies into their faces. I had not engaged in these pursuits for quite some time, so it was a perfect distraction from that drivel on TV. I also forgot how enjoyable it can be. I went on for a good hour, after which time, I was exhausted, it was time for a drink and a nap. Good times my friends, good times.