Monday, February 28, 2011

Someone is responsible

Somebody is responsible for this...

Lincoln swears it is not him...


Why won't I look at the camera you ask....no reason...Just wanna look down here


Maybe it's that large mouse again...

Friday, February 25, 2011

Beauty Sleep

I'm not ready to get up yet.

Just five more minutes Mom....

I need some more beauty sleep.

Minnie Moo

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Snuggles and Snorts

Aren't I adorable?
I will snuggle and snort all over you...
Forget that I eat things I shouldn't and attack my brother unprovoked...


You'd miss me if I wasn't sitting right on top of you.

Yours truly,
Minnie Moo

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Gangster of Love

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah

Some people call me the gangster of love...

<3,
Lincoln

Monday, February 21, 2011

Life is unfair



You know how last week I prayed to be a better pug? Well I think God was on vacation or something because I'm in trouble again. I tried to eat a battery. How was I supposed to know batteries were a big no?! Besides I get bored when Mom gets in the shower. Lincoln sits by the bathroom door, waiting on Mom to get out. Shower time = explore time. What has Mom left out that I can eat?

Besides I don't know what the big deal is about the battery. I was just carrying it around in my mouth, it only had a few teeth marks on it. Mom has put everything up high now where I can't reach it. However, she left a bag of pasta on the kitchen table. Usually I can't get on the kitchen table because Mom turns all the chairs around so I can't use them as stepping stones to get on the table. My awesome Uncle Travis turned one of the chairs around though, so while Mom was taking another shower (humans take so many baths...I wonder why they don't take one every two weeks like me?) I broke into the bag of raw pasta. Now some people would think raw pasta noodles would taste as good as that battery did. Wrong. It was fantastic and I got it all to myself since Lincoln was still waiting by the bathroom door.

Unfortunately, raw pasta made my tummy hurt and I puked most of it up. Which is almost as bad as getting spanked, which I also got. Mom is really unhappy with my eating habits. Now I get locked up every time she takes a shower. Life is so unfair.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

A good spot

It is important to make sure when your human is sitting still to get a good spot near

or on them...

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

A Puggy Prayer

Dear Lord,

Please help me to be a good pug today.
Yesterday, I made Mama mad all because those rolls looked so good.
Then I chewed on my bed and squabbled with Lincoln.
I didn't mean to cause so much trouble.

So today I will try harder to keep my inner diva in check.
I will try to be as sweet and loving as Lincoln.

Please bless my Mama,
my big brother Lincoln,
my fun Uncle Travis
and my grandparents.

Amen.

Now leave me alone so I can get my beauty sleep.

Monday, February 14, 2011

A large mouse

Today is our 100th post and Valentines Day. What could go wrong?
Uh huh, someone(s) got into Mom's bread tonight for Valentine's Day while she was in the shower this morning.... It could have just been a really large mouse...


Mom is totally not buying the large mouse theory. In fact, she's furious. She is talking about shipping us somewhere. And then she locked us up...

I think we look very sorry for eating the sea salt and rosemary rolls.

Well at least Lincoln is very sorry. He's following Mom around and keeping his tail uncurled.

Me, on the other hand....I'm only kind of sorry. Sorry I got caught. Those rolls were good.

Happy Valentines Day! Hope you all got in far less trouble than we did this morning...

Muah,

Minnie Moo

Friday, February 11, 2011

Dog Speak

Dear Anyone Who Will Listen,

My name is Lincoln and I'm a rescue. No one really knows my story but me. All they know is that I was chained (from the raw marks on my neck) and had been left on the side of the road. I didn't even really look like a pug when they found me. I was skinny and an unrecognizable pug color until Mom took the time to give me a bath. If someone sneezes too loud I get scared. I get anxious if I can't see one of my "people." Grandma and Mom always tell me to tell my story. My "before" story. I try everyday but no one seems to understand "dog speak." So I've included a video. Please someone translate for Mom.
Thanks.

Sincerely,

Lincoln

P.S. Minnie is the small, obnoxious dog in the video trying to attack me as I have my panic attack trying to talk. Furthermore, when she didn't get any attention, she ran off and was getting into Mom's bag as I continued to "talk."
video

Thursday, February 10, 2011

No words

Sometimes there are no words for how silly we are, Mom included.
Much Love,
Minnie Moo and Lincoln too

Monday, February 7, 2011

Digestion




Things I have tried to "digest" by Minnie Moo:

1) Cement
2) Rocks
3) Leaves
4) An acorn
5) Pee pads
6) Q-tip
7) Toilet Paper
8) Socks
9) Kleenex
10) Anything plastic

That's all I can remember trying to eat right now...I'm in trouble for eating another pee pad today. Mom doesn't understand how delicious being bad is...sometimes Moms just don't understand.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Tattler Thursday

Some little puggy with dirty paws got in mom's car.
I'm blaming Lincoln.


Muah,

Minnie Moo

Wednesday, February 2, 2011