Sluggy Bee's Bedtime Initiative

Hi friends! Sluggo at the helm today. I figured while Mom was busy taking Wilma to yet another vet visit, I would take this chance to fill you all in a a new campaign I've initiated here in the household. Before I start, I will let you know that I heard Dad on the phone, and Wil got a good report on her eye. I'll let her tell you about it though. Notice me laying with my new Christmas lambie? I got him because I have been very good, and haven't attacked anyone who gets too close. I got to have one upstairs lambie, and one downstairs lambie returned to me over the past few weeks. Now I have three whole lambies to pal around with. I wonder if I am good, if I will be able to rebuild my empire?

Now on to the subject at hand. Some have been known to refer to me as a somewhat simple pug. One who might enjoy a ride on the short bus to school. I'm here to tell you, let 'em talk. Makes it easier for me to roll out my whole new night time routine without a hitch. See, I've got these suckers eating right out of my paw. Or should I say they have me eating right out of a bowl, THREE times a day!

Yup, that's right. I, and I alone am now getting a third meal at night. They call it my HS snack. (That's nursing lingo for Hour of Sleep) It's a whole big thing. Usually Dad goes up to bed with the girls, and Mom stays downstairs and issues me a tasty night time snack. What's even better, is that there is a variety of choices for me. Sometimes it's a little yogurt and banana, or yogurt and cookie. One night I got mashed up banana and a cookie.

All's I had to do the implement this heavenly event was puke up a little bile in the morning. Seems if I go too long without food, my belly gets a little tumbly. All I have to say, is yay me!

It's so tasty, I've been known to chase it right under the jelly cabinet

OK, so now onto part deux (that's French for two, see, I am smart) of my Initiative. 

"One family, one bedtime"

That's right, if four of the five pack members are in bed, it is unacceptable for the fifth to be anywhere else. Come one, come all!

The parents aren't convinced that this last part isn't just another manifestation of my OCD.

The deal is, that a couple of nights this week, Dad stayed downstairs when we all went up to bed. I didn't like this at all. So I jumped down and ran to get him. When he brought me back to bed and closed the door, I sat at the foot of the stairs and cried. Clearly, this caused Dad to get to bed immediately. Mission accomplished. Mom thinks it is because I think Dad is one of my lambies. A bedtime buddy so to speak. Usually it's Mom that stays up later, and I follow Dad straight to bed. I love the bed. I'm OK with Mom coming up whenever. So you see, Dad = lambie.

Can We Talk About Sluggo For a Minute?

Back when we were on vacation, I mentioned something about Sluggo's floor issues. I think I may have mentioned some of the boy's quirks before, but Payton asked me to expand on these "surface issues". So, I figured I'd take this opportunity to do so.

Let me start by saying, I love Sluggo to death. He is great to have around when your chilly, because he is a world class snuggler. He worships me, which can only be a good thing. Plus, he does whatever I tell him, another bonus.

I'm not going to mince words folks. smarts is not one of Sluggo's strong suits.

We call this his dumb look...

One of the many issues Sluggo has is with unfamiliar surfaces. Shiny ones especially.

The floors of our vacation house are refinished, very shiny....

hence, it took him over one full day to be able to traverse them without being carried.

Hey, at least he got over it out there, because at Grammy and Grampy's, he regresses every time he makes any progress. Will walk on regular wood floor, will not walk on new kitchen wood floor.

 Except at Christmas when he wouldn't come in the living room because of the tree.

Here he is at a meet up asking Mom to pick him up

then of course, there is the basement floor.

He'll come down the stairs because they are carpeted. But then beds and rugs need to be set up like Frogger for him to go any further.

Oh, then when he goes upstairs, he won't enter the kitchen from the basement. He'll just sit and cry 'til Mom carries him to safe ground.

Here he is sulking, because he can't/won't walk across the floor to be with the rest of us.

He's cuckoo , I tell you.

Other floors he won't walk on...

The Vets office

Won't leave the rug beyond the door at Petsmart

Multiple shops on the Cape.

In addition to these places he won't walk, Sluggo also doesn't like it when certain things are on top of other things.

It started when he was a puppy. He would bark at anything that was placed on top of his crate. Now, random places such as the dining room table, counter, etc.

There you have it. A peek into Sluggo's mind. Anyone else have neurosis such as these. We could use some tips before investing in therapy and doggie drugs!

I would also like to give a Birthday shout out to Lucky! She turns eight today. Hope your day is filled with all kinds of fun and special treats Lucky!

In addition to that Sunflower news, I am also sending out the Sunflower Power of the Paw to Gracie Lynn over at the Slimmer Pugs.

She is recuperating from surgery she had on her leg last week.

This was an unexpected expenditure for The Slimmers, as Mimi just had a similar surgery done, and they are having a chip in to help cover the cost. So if you are able, donate a few green papers. Even if you can't donate, I know she would appreciate a little get well wish!

Here's to a speedy recovery Gracie!

Brigitte P ~ Minister of Information

Brigitte has been bugging me lately about adding a twitter account to the blog. No offence to any of you tweeters out there, but I really have no interest in such things. One, I am too cool to be that trendy, and two because I have my paws full managing the blog.

Then I gave it some thought. Why not let Brigitte tweet? Let her be in charge of her own account and she can do with it what she wants.

It turns out that she is the perfect candidate for this kind of social media. Brigitte is a busybody.

I have heard Mom refer to her as bearing a striking resemblance to Betty Kimball.

None of you will know this Betty Kimball. I know I don't, and apparently, she has long since died.

She is a character from Mom's childhood.

Betty Kimball was the neighborhood gossip.

She was the short old lady with a history of mental health issues, who wore her lipstick far outside the boundaries of her lips, and walked around the neighborhood, stopping and turning to look behind her every 10 feet or so. She had a waddle in her gait, and she thrived on tattling on all the kids in the neighborhood for any shenanigans they might be up to.

In turn, the neighborhood kids took great pleasure in prank calling her and toilet papering her house on mischief night.

Mom says most of your humans probably had a Betty Kimball in their neighborhoods growing up, and there may even be a current version living near by you now.

Mom also says that if Brigitte were a human, she would be a cross between Betty Kimball and her androgynous middle school gym teacher.

Only the best qualities of both, of course.

Brigitte most certainly waddles when she walks, and she definitely likes to "stir the pot".

That being said, you may notice the twitter widget in the sidebar.

Britte's Tweets.

She is Pugbritte on Twitter, and she has no clue what she is doing. But she'll figure it out. She has signed up to follow some of you guys, and Howard Stern.

Feel free to follow her.

She says that she is 10 and she doesn't give a crap what anyone thinks , says or does.

She will tweet whatever she wants.

I told her that's fine, as long as it doesn't turn into a place to brag every time she manages to eat a poop.

Stylish?...Me?...Well yeah

I was so excited when my pals Benny and Lily presented me with this stylish blogger award.

I just love praise and acknowledgement.

So. here's the rules -

Stylish Blogger Award.

    I need to link to the blog that awarded me. Check

    I need to share 7 things about us that you may not know. Read on.

  Award 7 other blogs that I think are stylish and contact those bloggers and tell them about the award.

Will do.

 

1. I like to curl up right in the middle of Mom's spot in the bed, and refuse to budge

2.Brigitte says chihuahua. Really. Someday we'll get it on film.

3.Sluggo is afraid of garbage bags.

4. My Dad is my favorite parent.

5.Brigitte doesn't like large white dogs. She barks like crazy at them every time she sees one.

6. Sluggo is a herding dog. If me and/or Britte are giving the rents a hard time about going somewhere, Sluggo will chase us right into a corner.

7 I can hear the cheese drawer open from any location on the property.

 

And now, to bequeath this award to seven others

1. Kitty and Coco

2.Noodles

3. The Southern Fried Pugs

4. Jessica, JD and Ringo

5. Anniebelly Bossy Britches, Java Cheesybritches & Howard Pee Pugpants

6. Tweedles

7. Bellatrix

Quite honestly though, I think all my friends are stylish bloggers. So if you are so inclined, grab this award and play on!

Love, Wilma

Private B

Mom is back on the 3-11 shift this month, and there is only one person in the house that is happy about it. We like to call her  Private B.

As soon as she hears the key in the door, at whatever ungodly hour Mom gets home, up pops her head. She walks over to the edge of the bed and whimpers until Mom comes up and carries her downstairs.

That's when Mom enjoys some private time with Brigitte. Watching re-runs of serial killers being profiled on Criminal Minds.

Couple of weirdo's if you ask me.



Wilma's Wednesday Words of Wisdom

Save your best material for when it really counts

Good day friends. Some of you may find this weeks wisdom rather difficult to employ. It will go against your very core. That's OK. Just enjoy the read, and observe the master.


I have held on to this particular nugget of wisdom for a long time now. It is one of the primary traits that gives me my status as a wise old pug. I am now sharing it with you my friends, because I feel you have reached the point where you can truly understand it's value.


It is no secret that I can tend to be aloof at times, almost cat like in nature. If you have that independent, devil may care kind of attitude, like I do, this little tidbit of advice will be right up your alley. When you have the confidence to be able to do your own thing, the humans really appreciate when you do something totally out of character. And at the end of the day, that is what it is all about. Making sure our people know how much we love them. I know, sounds corny, but even though I am a diva, many of you know I have a tender side too.

Allow me to provide you with an example of what I mean by material. One day, in the not so distant past, Mom came home and I knew something wasn't right. I could tell she was sad, and not in a "stressed out" kind of way. This went deeper. Sometimes, you can present with some comic relief, to lighten the mood, but this wasn't one of those times. So, completely out of character, this is more of a Sluggo/Brigitte move, I jumped up on the couch and nuzzled up next to her. I turned, looked at her, and gave her my best "I love you Mom, and everything will be OK" look. then a little while later, I threw in a few fish breath kisses, just for extra impact.

I know we pugs, and other furry types, provide lots of comfort and happiness to our people on a daily basis, but it really feels good when we can throw in a little something extra when they really need us to.






In closing, I would like to share a little wisdom from my Grammy. She included it in a comment to last weeks wisdom post and I liked it so much, I wanted to be sure everyone got a chance to see it. It goes like this...

Blessings happen to those who notice

Solidarity

This post is dedicated to my pal Salinger. If you don't know already, Salinger's Mom has constructed the the most humiliating Halloween costume for him to wear.

Poor Sal. Talk about jackassery.

So Mom comes home with this get up yesterday.

Now  granted,  I am not dressed as a poop factory, but rest assured this princess costume is humiliating. Not for the reasons you may think. I like dressing up. It's fun. But this costume came from a discount store *gasp*.

I wear only the finest couture or hand made costumes.Ones that require thought, talent and creativity.

This rag was only six dollars, and it was 50% off!

Three bucks!

Really?

Mom is the bargain hunter, not me.

Let her dress up in some off the rack cast off if she wants, but I will not be wearing this thing after this fitting.

The only reason I have agreed to allow her to post this atrocity is to support my poor friend Salinger.

No offense intended towards those of you who dress up in store bought costumes.
It's just me.

After this rant, Mom better get started on my costume for the Spooky Sunflower Party.
I am not dressing as a sunflower again. It's been done.
Besides, a couple of petals were sticking out of a bag on our ride home from the pug social, so I chewed them.

Wilma's Wednesday Words of Wisdom

"Be the best you you can be"

How do you like this layered picture of me, Brigitte and Sluggo?

Hello my peeps. I'll have you know, I struggled with this weeks wisdom. Not that I don't have volumes of brilliant observations and information to share with you, because I do, but sometimes it can be difficult to articulate.

Then, I was looking back over the past  week, and thinking of all the interesting things I learned about all of you. I had a couple of thoughts. Canines, in particular but not exclusively we of the pug dog ilk, have a lot of unique qualities. At the same time we consistently have many similarities.

I mean, who would have thought when I told you about how Brigitte likes to remain on top of anything you want to move, that Toby Moses would chime in that he does the same thing? And who knew there were so many PIPs (poop eating pugs) out there?

We all differ in many ways as well. Some of us like to swim, while others (such as myself) must be carried over puddles.Some of us (like Sluggo) are very clingy, lovey dovey dogs, while others (like me) are fiercely independent.

So, for this weeks wisdom, I am asking you all to celebrate being you. You are all fabulous, wonderfully quirky, little beasts.There will never be another you. Follow your heart and don't make excuses for what you think, do or say. Even if  it's eating poop. I guess some of it tastes just as good the second time around. (A mint would be nice though) I am not so sure this is really any kind of revelation, especially to us pugs. But I decided this would be a good time to emphasize it.

Lastly, I was thinking that, in addition to sharing my many nuggets of wisdom, I would like to make this Wednesday thing relevant to all of you as well.

So starting next week, I will be fielding questions. If  there is something you have been struggling with, or you just have a curiosity, leave a comment on any of my posts, and I will do my best to answer it in a Wednesday Wisdom post. Right or wrong, I will have something to say, rest assured.

If you are shy, and would like to ask anonomously, you can e-mail my Mom and she will pass it along. Her e-mail is on my profile page.

I hope you all are having a great week.

Peace out,

Wilma

In Yer Face

Hello Peeps!

Happy Friday!

In light of all the Slug love going around the web this week, I thought it might be wise for me to offer up a word of caution.

You see, if you were to let yourself succumb to his cutness by, oh, let's say...taking a seat on our couch!

It is only fair that I warn you, of what you are putting your self at risk for.

It looks a little like this...

Need I say more?

With that said, our door is always open.

Bear in mind, you have been warned!

Have a great weekend everybody!

It's Not the Breet, It's the Humidity

It has been oppressively hot in my little corner of the world. And judging from many of the posts I've been reading, the same is true for many of you. Let's just say one of the Sunflower Sisters I live with in not really interested in being blocked from her daily jaunts by something as trivial as the weather. Must have something to do with the fact that she gets carried around in her bag by one of the humans,and doesn't have to trudge along, stifled by air that has so thick with humidity, Michael Phelps could do laps in it. We like to refer to Brigitte as the shop steward, because she always makes sure we get whats coming to us. Especially as it relates to our walks and our social agenda.This deep personal commitment of hers can be both a blessing and a curse. See, she doesn't let the parents get complacent[read:lazy] when it comes to taking us places. However, in weather like this, she could stand to reel it in a bit. Case in point, watch this video of her brow-breeting Dad into taking us for a walk or a ride. Take note of me lounging behind Dad. I can clearly determine that on this day her fight is a mute one



I hope you all are laying low and keeping cool and comfortable.Dog days of Summer? I beg to differ

Sooooo Meaty

Hey folks, hope you're getting started with an awesome weekend. I just need to talk to you about crazy humans for a minute. My humans in particular.
Last night we're sitting around watching The Soup. Yes that's right 10:00PM Friday night and my people are home watching TV. Although, to their credit, they did go out for a few hours last night, and came home smelling of beer and rock and roll. My point is though, that by 10:00PM they were home on the couch. Then it occured to me...for like the past 5 or more years, let's just say, a long a**  time, this has been the scene around here. Particularly, every time a certain segment of the show comes on. Mom and Dad get all excited, then they make sure Brigitte is within reach. Which is never difficult, considering if you're sitting, she's sitting right next to you. Then, they place their hands on her back, and when this comes out of the TV...


they grab a hunk of her pugmeat and give it a nice squeeze.
Now, I don't know what is more disturbing, that whole display or the fact that they then become uncontrollably giddy.

I mean, what is it with these people. I don't see the humor in it. And, the fact that this ritual continues to be so damn funny week after week. Can anyone explain? Help me see the light? Any insight on this bizarre display of human behavior would be greatly appreciated.

You now may resume your awesome weekend.

Housekeeping Please

Hi everybody, not sure if you all are familiar with the proper technique for preparing a freshly made bed for sleeping. It requires personalization. Some people think a nice fresh line dried scent is perfect for bed sheets. I say no. What you need is a little eau de mug. They really ought to bottle this stuff. Now, observe carefully...

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