Einstein the Puggle

My brothers

2010-02-25T20:30:50Z

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):

Not what I promised

2010-02-25T02:22:55Z

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!

If you think I’m good lookin’....

2010-02-25T00:43:47Z

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 einsteinthepuggle@gmail.com

Here’s a couple of pictures of this handsome fella!

I love sunny days!

2010-02-22T01:41:27Z

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!

If only I had opposable thumbs

2010-02-10T23:43:27Z

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!

More pictures of my brothers are here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/risiblegirl/sets/72157623351382308/

If you want to see a movie my breeder put up from when I was a baby, you can check it out here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8YdVNWFSsE

PS- if you’re interested in one of my brothers, . I’ll pass it along to my breeder.

I think Mom is feeling bad about leaving me

2010-01-30T03:58:34Z

Mom and Dad are going on a short trip to celebrate Mom’s birthday. She’s REALLY old. Something like 350 in dog years.

They booked me the best room at the pet hotel and got extra play time and extra treat time for me. They’re dropping me off right before the last play time tomorrow so I’ll get to play with some new friends before I go to my room. My room is heated to 72 degrees 24/7 and I’m right up front where all the people are. I can also see what’s going on from my room, which is nice for a nosy guy like me.

Mom is sad that she’s not going to see me for a few days, so I got some new fun stuff to play with today. I really like it when Mom feels guilty.

Here’s my new cookie machine. It didn’t take me long to figure how to make the cookies come out. Mom put treats in it. Dad put kibble in it. Guess which one I liked better? Dad ended up picking kibble up off the floor.

I tore a hole in my blankie and Mom didn’t have time to repair it, so look what she loaned me! She loaned me her mink blanket! OK, it’s not really mink, but it sure was fun to roll around on.

Mom told me that they give out a pawgress report from my visit at the dog hotel. I hope it’s not like her report cards when she was a kid or I’m in BIG trouble!

My grandma is funny

2010-01-26T00:10:57Z

Grandma sent Mom a birthday present, since it’ll be her birthday in about a week. Grandma called today and said that it was OK to open it.

It’s a skateboard! Grandma thinks that I’m so smart that I should have a skateboard and learn to skate on it. It should be noted that Grandma has more faith than Dad does that Mom won’t have a horrible accident due to a skateboard being in the house. I’m kind of glad that Mom had the big accident that broke all those bones in her face, because it made Dad feel so sad for her that he let her have a puppy. That would be me! Yay for accidents!

(I’m kidding, Mom)

Mom’s going to wait until they’re back from their trip to start training me how to use it. She told me that she’ll be posting my progress here. This should be interesting, huh?

I’m famous again!

2010-01-16T00:57:48Z

I was featured in The Daily Squee once again! What’s next? DQ? (Dog’s Quarterly)

I’m famous!

2010-01-14T23:03:19Z

I was featured on the Daily Squee! Mom reads the Daily Squee daily because it’s full of cute animals. I guess it should be no surprise that I was featured, being cute and all….

Danger

2010-01-13T04:00:34Z

Mom and Dad taught me to stay away from dangerous things when I was a little puppy. The plants and the electrical cords in the house are so dangerous that I won’t touch them or go near them even if it’s standing between me and my toy.

Mom and I were playing fetch and the ball bounced right onto the leaf of one of the plants. When that happens, I don’t think it’s too much to ask for help from Mom or Dad. I won’t fall for tricks either. Even if they tell me it’s OK to get the ball, I won’t get it. That’s THEIR job as the adults in the house. I must have been crying about this for five minutes before Mom rescued the ball. Notice my other trick at the end. I can catch balls and other stuff in mid air. SUPERSTAR!

Mom is teaching me some dance routines. I’m not sure I’m crazy about the word “twirl”. I’d prefer that she call it “spin” or something a little more manly.

Everyone knows that I’m destined to be a star. Twirling is just the start.

My brother, Harley

2010-01-08T03:55:39Z

Do you remember when I met my brother/uncle (it’s complicated!) Harley at the dog park a few months ago? Well, his mom emailed my mom to see if we’d like to have Harley come live with us.

Mom and Dad have told me that I’m destined to be an only dog, and actually I like it that way. I’m the center of Mom and Dad’s universe most of the time, just as it should be.

I hope that Harley can find a good home. He just turned two on September 26th. We share the same papa, but his mama is my grandmama. See what I mean about complicated? If you know someone who’s looking for a guy as handsome as me, email my mom and she’ll put you in touch with Harley’s mom.

Here’s a video of me and Harley (mostly Harley, who is much bigger than me!) He is really fun to play with.

Fodder for a six year old boy

2009-12-29T23:43:22Z

We had lots of company over for Christmas Eve and I had a great time with all of the guests. Everyone had such interesting drinks to taste!

I knew Santa was coming because Mom said he was, so when I saw all the presents under the tree, I decided that they were all mine from Santa! If I could fit it in my mouth, I’d take off with it. My mom was a real buzz kill because she’d make me give them back.

Riley came to our house and it was fun having a kid to play with. Mom thought he’d enjoy watching me run on the treadmill and she forgot that she had a rule about waiting until I go poop before I run. We all know that dogs like to poop when they go for walks or runs, and so Mom always waits until the coast is clear, so to speak, until she lets me use the treadmill.

Not this time! Boy was that a bad idea.

When you gotta go, you gotta go, right? When you’re on a treadmill going five miles per hour, you can’t jump off without getting hurt. Everyone knows that.

So, what’s a guy to do but just let ‘er fly. It took a minute for mom to realize what was going on, and then you should have heard Riley laughing. “He’s pooping!” “And it’s flying everywhere!”

I think he told that story to everyone that came to the house that night. Mom seemed a little embarrassed about it, but I’ll bet she learned her lesson.

By the way, I got to wear a festive collar for Christmas. I really liked it a lot and was mad when Mom took it off. I don’t know why I’m not allowed to wear it every day.

Check me out!

2009-12-15T01:38:13Z

Mom’s been bragging about how much I love to run on the treadmill to anyone that’ll listen. I keep telling her that maybe people would take her more seriously if she had a video.

Finally, she listened! Yeah, she has the one from way back when- 2.7 mph for 10 minutes. But NOW I’m up to 20 minutes and I’m going at lightening speed.

I suggest that you turn down your volume because Mom’s voice is SUPER annoying when she gets excited. Imagine having dog ears and living with that. This is why I try not to get her too excited, but it’s awfully hard for me to not be awesome. I am Einstein, after all.

He’s back!

2009-12-13T19:45:38Z

Dad came home last night! At first I wasn’t sure if my eyes were deceiving me, but the minute I got a whiff I KNEW it was Dad! I should probably be embarrassed to admit this, but I cried like a little girl and I made sure I was in Dad’s face for almost an hour. I think Dad was pretty happy to see me too.

Life is back to the way it should be. I went for walkees with Dad this morning and we waited for Mom to drag herself out of bed.

And then? We played!

Can I just say that it’s not easy playing on hard wood floors?

Mom really tries my patience

2009-12-08T06:41:51Z

Mom likes to make me wait for stuff, telling me that it builds character or some such nonsense. I’ll let her think what she wants as long as I get a cookie out of it.

Next, you get to see what I put up with. We like to play a game where Mom asks me where one of my toys is; I’ll look around for it and then usually find it and bring it to her. I can usually identify most of my toys, which makes mom go nuts with the clapping and the treats. Well, that’s all fine and good until Mom asks, “Where’s Dad?”

That was low! Mom stopped recording once she could see that I was looking in earnest for Dad. I decided to twist the knife a little more and stand by the door acting like I was waiting for Dad to walk in the door. Mom took the bait, and I got an extra cookie for my performance.