Friday, September 30, 2011

Thursday, September 29, 2011

My own snorts

Aren't we all?
Sometimes my farts even surprise me.

Just saying.


Minnie Moo

Tuesday, September 27, 2011


Mom thinks I could benefit from some braces.
I am so NOT getting braces.
This pug mug is adorable, she needs to recognize.

Monday, September 26, 2011

The Perfect Fall Weekend

Linky and I had the perfect fall weekend.
We went out for lots of walks in the warm weather.
We met up with Chloe again for "Picnic with the Pups" event that benefits animal welfare.
We napped while everyone else watched football...
And they we got to pose next to these pumpkins for a really yummy treat.

Is that the perfect weekend or what?!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Don't even think about it

Mom always says, "don't even think about it," and then she points at me.
Don't worry I ain't thinking, I'm devising a strategy...

Monday, September 19, 2011

Car Riding

Do you know how hard it is to stay awake in the car?
With the motion and not being able to move around?

Really, it may be the best part of riding in the car.
Apart from the window, fresh air and the destination.

Hope ya'll have a wonderful Monday and everyone gets to ride in a car really soon.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Passive Aggressive

Today I'm going to talk about pugs who are passive aggressive. Passive aggressive behavior for those who don't know is when you avoid direct confrontation but instead indirectly show someone else who is boss. As for me, I'm not very passive aggressive, I typically snort and destroy things right in front of people. Hey I'm pretty, the humans will eventually get over it.

Now my brother Lincoln is passive aggressive. Maybe he doesn't want to upset anyone outright but really feels the need to still stand up for himself. Or maybe he's not as brave as me. Whatever the case is, Lincoln passively aggressively poops in people's yards that have upset him.

Take for example someone in my grandma's neighborhood that was especially mean to my Mama. One day Lincoln, Mom and I were totally taking this great walk around the neighborhood when this mean man started yelling that Lincoln was peeing on part of his yard. Except Lincoln wasn't, Lincoln was totally peeing on neighborhood property that the neighborhood association mows. And dude, it's just pee, Mom carries little scented bags for the other stuff.

Now every time we walk by that mean man's house, Lincoln poops right in the middle of his yard. Always. He saves it for an entire walk until we get to that house. Mom says he is totally being passive aggressive. He does the same thing to the house where the "rouge cat" that tried to take my eyes out lives. No other house, just that one. Well he does make sure that cat isn't watching, Lincoln is respectful when it comes to a cat's space. But that doesn't stop him from being a passive aggressive older brother.

Despite what anyone else thinks, I kind of like Lincoln's small outbursts of aggression. Maybe there is hope for him yet into being more of an Alpha and less of a sissy.


Minnie Moo

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Monday, September 12, 2011

Stinky Linky

Some of you may have heard my little sister, Minnie Moo, call me "stinky." My whole family affectionately calls me "Stink-lon" or Stinkster or Stinky Linky. I try to keep pretty clean but I like to roll around in the grass. And if you've ever been a pug, it's pretty difficult to keep all those face wrinkles smelling likes roses. If you ask me, I smell better than Minnie but I guess that's a matter of opinion.

Anyway, I really smell right now or so I've been told repeatedly. Sometimes Mama takes me out in the front yard without a leash. I'm pretty good about staying right next to her. The two houses on either side of us are empty, so there isn't a whole lot of places I can go. Two houses down though, the neighbor just re-mulched her front yard. I'm not sure if you've ever smelled new mulch but it smells GREAT. Mama disagrees but boy, was it tasty. Yep, that's right TASTY, I tried me some manure that I found in the mulch. Between gagging and screeching, Mama managed to drag me away from one of the best meals ever.

Mama tried to wash my face off. Then she brushed my teeth. Supposedly, I still smell bad enough to make people's eyes water or remind them of a barn. No one wants me to cuddle or sit within five feet of them. Any ideas for dog breath mints?

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

The Labor Day Can

So even though it was Labor Day weekend, there was very little labor going on. We grilled out at our house. I got yelled at for trying to lick the grill. How am I supposed to know it's hot?! It smells good so I'm going to try and at least give it a little taste.

Some human people came over for the cookout and I kept barking until I met the CAN. Mama is using a CAN now to get my attention. The CAN consists of an empty Coke can with pennies in it. It doesn't sound frightening but it absolutely makes me go into full out submission mode. I absolutely hate it. She shakes it and I immediately stop whatever I'm doing. Ugh, it's the worst invention she has ever come up with. The only good thing about the CAN is when she didn't have to use it, I got a cookie. I might be a little slow about some things but no barking = cookies and I become the smartest little puggy in class.

In other news, we did attend the prom where I totally shook my pug tail all night long while Lincoln tried to work up the nerve to give Miss Lily one stinking lick. If I had a boyfriend I would totally not be shy, I'd make sure he knew I was the boss. Or worse, the one holding the CAN.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Mr. Bear

My grandma has a Mr. Bear.

I love Mr. Bear.
He's almost as good as Mom except he doesn't feed me.
Or take me out.
But other than that, almost as good.

You must get a Mr. Bear.


Minnie Moo

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Swatting Equal Rights

Dear Peeps,

I'm always getting blamed for everything. Yes, sometimes I knock over trashcans, unroll toilet paper and pee on people's clothes but I'm also really cool about it too. Why? Because I own it.

Lincoln, the pug sitting behind me in the car seat looking all serious...he's angelic.
Most of the time. Unless we're talking about the other night when Mr. Perfect (a.k.a Lincoln) saw an opportunity he could NOT pass up. It's called steak fajitas, black beans and rice. Mom just left her perfectly cooked meal sitting on the table as she went chasing after me. I, being the self-appointed PROTECTOR pug was busy barking at a new person who had just come into my house. By the time Mom got back to the kitchen, all of her food was gone. She probably would have thought it was that big mouse again (that has visited in the past...hehe) or some ghost if Lincoln had not been gracefully jumping OFF of the table.

OH BOY, Lincoln got swatted on his butt which never happens. Which is another point of contention that I would like to take up with Mom. Just because Lincoln has sad eyes that tell sad stories and he flinches every FIVE seconds doesn't make it fair that I'm the only one that gets swatted. I'm calling for SWATTING equal rights for all. And I'm tattling on Lincoln. Why? Because he didn't share any of that yummy steak! He has the long legs, it's only fair.


Minnie Moo