Saturday, July 23, 2011

Elevator Riding

How to ride in an elevator by Minnie Moo

1) You go to the door
2) Wait for it ding
3) Get on it and wait

4) Wait some more
5) Sometimes you have to share the space with someone else, try not to bark, Mom gets mad
6) When the door dings, wait till the door opens

And that's how you ride an elevator!

The best part is sometimes the bellhop, when you get off the elevator, gives you a dog treat just for being a dog! Why can't we get one of those at home?!

Friday, July 22, 2011

How to make a pug bed in a hotel

The key to a good pug bed when your favorite bed didn't make it in the suitcase because of insane weight limits....
Is to nestle in the hotel pillows...

And put your puggy butt right where Mom will put her face later that night...

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Special Shout Out to Lincoln

(Lincoln with Papa)

We made it to Minnesota last week and have been living out of a hotel for the last couple of days. We have adjusted to hotel living with great ease. Lincoln enjoys the elevator, the doorman who gives treats and all of the wonderful things to smell in a big city. I, Minnie Moo am struggling with the various noises and becoming possessive over elevator space. I have to face the back of the elevator so I will not growl under my breath at other people who may need to also ride in the elevator.

Grandma found this and thinks it is the best description of Lincoln and probably many other furry friends. Today he gets a special shout out since he hasn't melted since we left, with the big airplane ride, the rental car, the hotel living and the big city with little grass.

"He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another human. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him. And I expect I will - as I always have. He is just my dog."

Wednesday, July 13, 2011


We are moving in a less than a month.
To a house with a yard.
And tomorrow we are going to Minnesota for two weeks.
On a plane.
To live in a hotel.
Downtown Minneapolis.
Mom has a residency program.
I'm exhausted thinking about it all.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


I'm sorry did you think that you were going to sit outside?
All the seats are currently occupied.
Try coming out earlier next time....


Minnie Moo and Lincoln too

P.S. Winston totally gets to ride solo in the front seat cuz he's a big boy. New plan: Eat more! Check it out!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Torture Device

So Mom got Lincoln and I a new "treat." Treats around my house usually equal cookies. Sometimes clothes or other awesome things. This time treat equaled a car seat. For all of you dogs out there that don't know what a dog car seat is, I can sum it up in two words: torture device. Usually I have free reign in the car so I pick the best seat, Mom's lap. Lincoln alternates between pushing all the buttons in the car, sticking his butt in someone's face and jumping from seat to seat. Mom took all of those privileges away. Essentially now I'm stuck in a seat with Lincoln, where I can either sit up or lay down. No jumping, no cuddling and no freedom, hence, the torture. I accepted my fate like the lady pug I am. Lincoln cried and then he tried to strangle himself. However, none of that convinced Mom we would ever ride anyway except in a car seat again. Whoever is making these dog torture devices should be peed on or worse, given a "Lincoln butt" in the face. Just saying.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Lightening Bugs

Has anyone else noticed these lightening bugs?
Mom can barely get Lincoln and I to walk at night
because we wanna chase down these new friends.
Except anytime we get close, they disappear only to reappear a couple of feet away.
It might be my new favorite game.
I think Lincoln loves them too.
Mom wishes we would just walk and do our business though.
Sounds like someone needs to stop and chase some lightening bugs. (Hello, MOM!)
Makes the walking much better if you ask me.


Minnie Moo

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Fourth of July hangover

We are a bit hungover from all of the excitement this weekend.
We spent a lot of time with Grandma.
A lot of sleepless nights because Lincoln didn't understand fireworks.
Or storms.
We visited family.
Ate hot dogs, pizza and popcorn off the ground during the Fourth of July parade.
Took lots of walks in the sunshine.
Then Minnie puked.
So we are hungover.
But happy.
As long as you let us sleep.
For days.


Minnie Moo and Lincoln too

Monday, July 4, 2011

Happy Fourth of July

Happy Fourth of July everyone!

A true American pug, Lincoln

Grandma and I, it was too hot for a parade