The Answer

During the intervention, Brigitte stepped out to "do her business". I followed her outside.













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All Hail The Patron Saint of Pug Rescue



As many of you know, I can become a little like Puglet  when Mom comes home smelling of "other pugs". I mean, it's bad enough I have had to endure the addition of two full time pugs since I was brought in as the one and only beloved pug of the house. But then, when these other pugs are stealing my spotlight, let's just say, I am not necessarily feelin' it.

Such was the case over the past week or so. One night last week Mom came home smelling of a cat, my Murphy, Brigitte's Duke, and some other foreigner. Not only that, but she left the house with a whole bag of our dog food! She thinks I didn't see her, but I totally did.

Fast forward to this past Sunday. Both the rents left the house early in the morning, and didn't arrive back until the afternoon. It was kinda like a work day, but I know it was the weekend. Weekends are meant to be spent doing things with and for ME! WTF!

That isn't even the worst of it. When the meandered through the door late Sunday afternoon, not only did they smell of a cat, Murphy, Duke and that other guy, they also stunk of two additional pugs and another stinky cat!

Enough is enough! I mean c'mon! Since when do you go hang with other pugs and exclude us. That just ain't right. I had to blast them. I sent Brigitte into full on beefulo mode. I had her start slicing off the most vile slivers of beef anyone could possibly stand. I swear, there was a green fog in the air. Humph, that'll teach 'em.

Then it happened. I had to hear the whole story. It almost made me feel bad about the noxious attack, but nah, beef is always good.

OK Dad, here's the part where you can skip.

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So, it turns out that last week when Mom went to Murphy's house, it was to meet the guy that Sluggos foster mom Sam had pulled from a local shelter where they, well...you know. She convinced the warden to let her take this guy home even though the 7 day wait period for reclaiming him had just started, so he didn't have to sleep on a cold cement floor. They had been calling him Pugsley, or some other generic name shelters like to name pugs who are lost. (no offence to the Pugsleys out there, please) She named him Henry. It seems Henry has had it rough. He is blind, and deaf, and he was having lots and lots of poop explosions. Turns out he also has luxating patellas on his hind legs. They think he is around 10 or 11, but Mom says he's in much worse condition than we senior girls. During the time when she was nursing Henry back to health, Sam contacted the folks at Prone. They searched hard, and found a family in Massachusetts who agreed to foster Henry. That's where Mom and Dad come in. They agreed to give him a ride to his new digs. Sam really wished she could keep him, but you know how high maintainance us pugs can be, plus she just doesn't have the room.

Here she is saying goodbye.

Henry was a real good traveler too. Something else we had to hear about.



Even though he was pretty content in the crate, Mom says she had to take him out and hold him because he was just too sweet.

Here he is at the rest stop, not looking back!

Here is a link to Henry's Petfinder page through PRONE



So, I guess I'm sorry for being a dick about all the strange. I guess sometimes a diva has to be reeled in. I hope that Henry finds his forever home where he can be loved and spoilt just as much as we all are.

Um, yes, that would be me, counting my blessings.

OK one more

(((((Henry)))))

Defending the Sunflower Honor

I have been spending the past couple of days lodging an intense investigation into the heinous acts perpetrated against the Fire Hydrant Club over the weekend. Not only was a flaming poop bag dropped upon the doorstep of the clubhouse, but we Sunflower sisters were framed as the guilty parties.

Now, those of you familiar with the Sunflower Sisters and The Fire Hydrant Club know that we have a healthy rivalry. But when it comes to arson, that is just something we Sisters would never be involved in.

I knew in order to clear the good name of we Sunflower Sisters, I would need hard evidence of our innocence.

Now, I knew that we were nowhere near the Fire Hydrant clubhouse on the night in question. In fact, during the window of time determined to be "caught on tape" we were actually down at the shelter delivering meals.

A group of us took some time away from our party to go over and help the less fortunate. Here is the "original tape" that we pulled from the security cam.

So, I had cleared our name by proving that we were not involved in the caper at the club. But what really did happen? Who was behind this debacle? The true perp had to be exposed.

 The first thing I did was get an evidence bag and head over to the scene of the crime. I was able to collect a sample from remnants of the poop bag. I then sent it to the lab where doggy poop DNA is processed. 

What is that you say? You have never heard of such a lab? Allow me to submit an excerpt from a recent NY Times article.

July 1, 2011

Tracing Unscooped Dog Waste Back to the Culprit

By KATIE ZEZIMA

Sherlock Holmes had the case of the dog that didn’t bark, but it has taken two dozen apartment complexes and a testing company in Tennessee to bring the art of canine detection into the “CSI” age.

And the evidence is right underfoot.

Canine DNA is now being used to identify the culprits who fail to clean up after their pets, an offense that Deborah Violette, for one, is committed to eradicating at the apartment complex she manages.

Everyone who owns a dog in her complex, Timberwood Commons in Lebanon, N.H., must submit a sample of its DNA, taken by rubbing a cotton swab around inside the animal’s mouth.

The swab is sent to BioPet Vet Lab, a Knoxville, Tenn., company that enters it into a worldwide database. If Ms. Violette finds an unscooped pile, she can take a sample, mail it to Knoxville and use a DNA match to identify the offending owner.

Called PooPrints, the system costs $29.99 for the swabbing kit, $10 for a vial to hold the samples and $50 to analyze them, which usually takes a week or two. The company says that about two dozen apartment complexes around the country have signed up for the service. In 2008, the Israeli city of Petah Tikva created a dog DNA database for the same purpose.

“It’s kind of like the F.B.I., but on a much smaller scale,” said Eric Mayer, director of franchise development for BioPet Vet Lab, which makes the kits.

Ms. Violette said that at her complex, which opened in December and has a designated building for pet owners, unwanted surprises have sometimes been found on lawns.

“We had a little bit of a problem,” Ms. Violette said. “Enough that I wanted to try to nip it in the bud.”

Dog owners were notified about the testing last week, and most are now taking their pets in to provide DNA samples. But not everyone.

“I’ve had some people say it’s completely over the top and ridiculous,” Ms. Violette said. “I’m sure I’ll have a few people who won’t come in, and I’m sure those are the people we’ll have to chase and those are the people who are doing it.”

Tom Boyd, the founder and chief executive of BioPet Vet Lab, said the company made the kits in response to the large of numbers of the dogs in the United States and to health concerns connected to dog feces. According to the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, there are about 75 million dogs in the United States.

“If you took 75 million Americans and said they no longer have a commode, can you imagine what would happen in a week?” Mr. Boyd asked.

Not everyone is on board with the idea, though.

Karen Harvey of Forest Property Management in McCall, Idaho, said her company was not prepared to collect canine samples along with the rent checks. “If you allow pets, that sort of comes with it,” Ms. Harvey said. “I guess I would never take the issue of dog poop that far.” 

You'll never guess what the lab test revealed...

They determined that the said poop, was not that of a canine! It was in fact the excrement of ....The Honey Badger!!!!!

That's right, that bitter bad ass honey badger was exploiting the Sunflower Sisters good name, and I've got the cold hard proof.

I had to sneak on over to that interlopers burrow to capture him on film, tampering with video tape to indicate us in the caper!

I hope that this submission of evidence proves our innocence. Perhaps from here, we may have to join together with the boys to bring that dirty badger to justice!

Whadaya think Sluggo? Will you put in a good word for us?

Our Week on the CApe ~ we came, we saw, I pooped

Warning, heavy vacation picture post. But you should definitely stick around for the stories

Wow, we've arrived home from the Cape, and boy do I need a vacation!

I mean, I did manage to get in a lot of relaxation time. However, we also squeezed a lot of life into our family retreat.

The week started out kinda radical. Sluggo had his typical "floor issues".

"Wah, it's too shiny"

Then Mom and Dad thought they were going to fling me down Commercial st in Britte's hooptie! WTF!

My people can't see me slummin' it.

Of course, she opened with her typical goody two paws act.

Don't worry, she canceled out all the good in just 5 short hours by being a total jerk on the ride home today.

Of course, me being me, I have no need to impress with good behavior. I had my traditional ass crack of dawn wake up calls.

They looked something like this from the parental perspective...

" I'm up, let's go! Get up!"

As long as we are on the subject of my stellar performance, allow me to share a real gem.

It was yesterday morning. I knew my time was limited if I wanted to create an instant classic. When I awoke, it came to me.... a prank so awesome, that it will be talked about for years to come.

It was clear to me, that everyone was pretty soft from the former evenings activities. Easy marks. 

I started out by charming everyone with my coquettish ways. 

I sauntered across the hall where I could hear Auntie stirring. Then, I took a preliminary stroll around the bedroom to case the joint.

He,he, Auntie was sweet talking to me. She thought I was there just to spread some love. Once she went into the bathroom, I slipped back out onto the landing where I was acting so cute, Mom took my picture...

Perfect, I had lulled them all into a false sense of security.

It was then that I took my golden opportunity and crept back into the bedroom, where I thought Uncle was asleep.

Apparantly, I was wrong on that account.

As he tells it, he heard three sounds. One, the clink of my collar.

Two, some grunting sounds, and finally, what sounded like someone dropping marbles on the floor.

Then, Auntie returned, at which time Uncle exclaimed, "great idea, letting Wilma in here"

I think it is safe to say that at this juncture, I am a lock for the coal at this years Christmas festivities. It was totally worth it!

 There was much more fun had this week, and tomorrow I will share with you a story that will put my Dad in a close second to me for the coal! In the meantime, a couple more of my favorite shots from the week.

Out on the skip for my morning jog.

Brigitte joins me

Sluggo, out ahead of the pack!

Morning on the beach

Signs of Spring

Hi folks!

There are a few things happening around here that indicate Spring may actually be on the way.

Our pussy willow tree is starting to bloom.

The snow is finally melting. Just that little patch over Brigitte's shoulder is what's left in the back yard.

Do you know what it means when I can pee on the ground instead of the snow?

I'll show you...

I can kick!!!!

I can turn around in millions of circles and kick 'til my hearts content, after I finish my business.

And trust me, I have been making up for lost time.

If I am lucky, I will cover Brigitte and Sluggo in dirt, mud and pee.

That isn't very difficult, considering that they follow me all around the yard.

Glorious Spring.

Something else in the out here has changed as well...

No more doots yard.

Mom and Dad raked everything up this past weekend.

This has put a serious cramp in Brigitte's Easter egg hunts, and she is none to pleased about it.

Hope you all have a Happy St Patty's Day! Another sure sign Spring is on the way, Mom and Dad pulled out my old Wilma O'Puggy picture.



Ice Cream un-social

This past Sunday we went to our favorite pet store The Natural and Organic Pet to pick up food and attend 

an ice cream social.

They were serving Natures' Variety Sweet Spot ice cream

Oh man was this stuff ever good!!!

Brigitte loved it!

Even picky Sluggo gobbled it down.

Look how happy they were.

Everyone tolerated the treat pretty well, aside from a few farts on the ride home,

no ill effects were noted.

The only thing was that we were the only dogs there!

I think it was because we were early, cuz this store is awesome.

This is their resident cat.

What I really love about these guys is that they hold pet adoptions in their store.

They have a true love for animals that shows in the excellent selection of products they offer in their store, and for the fact that they didn't kick us out when Sluggo pooped on the cats bed.

Sheesh, these guys are so lucky I admit to even knowing them!

Finally Asparagus

Like around 10 years ago Dad agreed to allow for the room to plant asparagus in the garden. Mom was only asking for about 18 years. Now, after all that waiting, ( you can't harvest asparagus until many years after you plant it) it's here!

It really doesn't smell like much. I was hoping it would smell like the chicken poop that Dad uses in the garden, but it really doesn't. I love to roll in the poop garden, it smells like heaven. But Mom and Dad never let me. They so don't know how to have fun. I am hoping to get a taste of  this highly acclaimed vegetable.Mom says she must confirm that it's ok for puggys to eat. I will let you know.

By the way, this in no way constitutes an garden entry like my Dad is planning. He will be on vacation soon and he told me he will write one then. In the mean time, I will keep you abreast of any relevant news from the fields.