My brothers are now five weeks old. Almost the age when I came to live with Mom and Dad.
Mom says it’s a good thing she was sitting down when she saw these pictures, or else she would have fainted from all the cuteness. I’m lucky that Dad has put his foot down on me being an only dog, or I’d have one of these trouble-makers sleeping in my bed with me at night.
This one looks just like I did at that age (except he doesn’t have any white on his front paws):
These videos are not what I promised. Mom needs Dad’s help in holding the video camera to record “which hand?” (since she only has two hands and needs them both for the trick), so that’s coming later.
I was being fussy, and so Mom decided to do a few tricks with me. Sometimes that calms me down a bit. The first video is showing off how I know the name of some of my toys. Mom tells me to go get a toy by name and I scour the room looking for it. You must understand that I have a LOT of toys (you might see them strewn around the floor in the videos…) so it takes me a while usually to figure out where each toy is. In this video, I’m getting my duck and my ball. Sometimes Mom tells me to go get Dad, and I’ll go into his office and stand next to Dad’s chair.
By the way, turn your sound down. Mom has a very annoying voice when she does tricks with me. Seriously, could she sound any more annoying? And poor me, I have to listen to it with the exceptional hearing that dogs have. Take it down a few notches Mom. Gheesh!
The next video is me patiently waiting for Mom to say it’s OK for me to have my most favorite treat EVER. That would be peanut butter. That stuff is so good, I could eat it every day. Mom says that’s bad for my figure, so I only get it once a week.
I promise that I’ll get my new trick up here soon!
Check out Duke! Duke doesn’t live very far from me and Mom thinks we could be twins even though we’re not related! Duke’s mom and dad have to find him a forever home, and Mom asked if she could post the information about Duke on my blog.
Of course, I said ‘sure’ because all puggles should have a great home!
Here’s a little bit of information about Duke:
Duke is 2 years old and is completely up to date on all shots and other care. He is fixed, microchipped, crate trained, potty trained, and well loved. He needs lots of love an attention and he loves to snuggle!
His mom and dad want to see Duke’s new home before letting him live there, so please be prepared for this.
Duke has insurance on him thru September and his mom and dad are looking only to cover this cost $120. All of his care and shots are documented.
Duke is VERY CUTE! but larger than what you may expect. He is around 35 pounds (just like me!) and has the most adorable under-bite (just like me!!)
If you’re interested in Duke, send me an email and I’ll hook you up with his mom at (JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)
Here’s a couple of pictures of this handsome fella!
Mom took me to the dog park today to play with my friends. This was also a good idea for lots of other puppy parents because there were LOTS of new friends for me to play with. I didn’t see any of my regular friends there, probably because they usually come on the week days.
My favorite new friend was a Pug/Shih Tzu mix named Barney. Barney and I played a really fun game, called “potty in the same place”. I’d squat and go potty and then Barney would squat and go potty over the top. Then I’d move another foot or so and go potty there, and he’d potty over mine again. It was really fun, but I ran out of potty after a while so we had to find something new to do. We spent the rest of the time taking turns chasing each other.
I also met two pugs, a beagle and two pug mixes. I think people really like mixing pugs- can you blame them? Pugs are awesome, though Mom says she wishes someone could breed out all the shedding that pugs (and puggles!) do. I don’t know why she doesn’t like seeing my hair all over the floor or even better, taking some of my hair with her whenever she leaves the house. You’d think she’d like the reminder.
Mom had to go and ruin my fun by taking me to get my nails clipped at PetsMart (where my friends at the hotel work. Hi friends! I miss you!) I *hate* getting my nails trimmed! The ladies that clip my nails have told her lots of ways to get me used to having my paws held, but I’m not falling for any of it. Mom feels so bad about the fuss that I make that she tips the nail lady lots of money and I always get a new toy. For all Mom knows, me and the nail lady have made a pact and it’s all for show.
Mom says to tell you that I have a fun new trick called, “which hand?” that she’s going to film for you. She puts a treat in one of her hands and I have to pick which hand it’s in with my paw. She even does some switcho-changeo stuff with her hands and I’m usually right. If I don’t pick the right hand, I always know that it’s in the other hand. I get the treat once I figure out which hand it’s in. Mom knows a lot of really fun games.
We’re s-l-o-w-l-y getting used to the skateboard. When Mom can convince me to stand on it, she’ll take a picture. Stay tuned!
Mom’s been too busy to help me write about stuff that’s important to me. One day, I’ll learn to type and then she’ll be sorry because she won’t be able to control the stories you read on my blog.
That’ll show her!
I have six new little brothers, born on January 20, 2010! My breeder named them after the Lost Boys in Peter Pan; Peter Pan, Tootles, Curly, Nibs, Binky and Marmaduke:
Mom’s been (not so) subtly trying to convince Dad that I need a brother to play with. She’s appealing to his “I like to show how smart I am” nature and saying that we could name one of my brothers after another genius. So far, Mom’s thrown out DaVinci, Galileo, and Isaac Newton. Our friend Jeff suggested Mom’s favorite by far- Socrates.
So far, Mom’s evil plan is not working very well. Dad likes the names, but follows it up with, “not that it matters because we’re NOT getting another puppy”.
Probably just as well. I can’t imagine sharing Mom and Dad’s time with a baby brother.
I need to write about the fun girls at the Pet Hotel. I’ll do that soon, I promise!
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