No manners, trainers, and hookworms

Lincoln

Mommy says Lincoln and I have no manners and understand no boundaries. Between you and me, I have no idea what she is talking about. She would like to point out that Lincoln is sitting on a kitchen chair at the kitchen table. I don't see what the big deal is but it makes Mommy say things like, "get down" or "no" all the time.

Minnie

She would also like to point out how in this picture, I'm standing, proudly, on the back of the couch. Instead of rewarding me for huffing, puffing and jumping repeatedly until I made it, I get a "get down" or "no" just like Lincoln. Seriously, doesn't she understand how nonathletic pugs are? That took mad skillz to get up on the back of that couch! Someone should award me a medal or at least acknowledge my awesomeness.

Instead of an award, Mommy started calling around for a dog trainer. First of all, I'm not just a dog. Second of all, really?! Luckily, the first two trainers she called could only use the "dog whisperer" magic during the day and Mommy works. Darn it...hehe. Mommy also got her feelings hurt because the one trainer called her a "weak" pack leader and told her that Lincoln and I were disappointed in her for not being tougher. I assured her that Lincoln and I were not disappointed because she fails at getting us off the back of the couch or kitchen chairs...

On an unrelated (but important) note that has nothing to do with how awesome I am, Lincoln is sick. Again. However, this time I took matters into my own hands and went with him to the vet. I had to make sure the vet was going to fix him and its always nice to be loved on by new people. Lincoln would like me to add that unlike me, he does not like, love or enjoy the vet's office. Whatever, the vet gives you treats, loves on you and makes sure to point out how adorable you are. The vet rocks!

Continuing on with Lincoln's health, once again his"inhalant" allergies are causing him to bite himself until he gives himself open sores. The vet says he just has to hold it together until winter or a very cold fall day finally kills all those things causing him to scratch.

While he finally kicked those nasty whip worms to the curb from his last vet visit, now he has a new visitor: hookworms. Hookworms sound as disgusting as Google promised me that they were. If you don't know what they are, I dare you to Google them. Disgusting!

Lincoln gets all kinds of extra treats again this week to take more medicine. How come I'm never sick?! Being sick obviously equals extra treats and attention...