Einstein the Puggle

My new bed!

2010-07-23T02:47:15Z

The nice people at Pet-Super-Store.com sent me an awesome new bed to review. I wanted to review it right away, but Mom had to go out of town and she doesn’t like me to post on my blog without her. She’s such a control freak, right?

Mom tells me that it’s probably a good thing it took me two weeks to review because she and I have a special rule. If it’s mine, I can do anything I want to it. That usually means that it’s going to get destroyed if it has:
1. Stuffing
2. Furry exterior
3. Zippers
4. Things I can pull apart
5. A squeaker in it

This bed had everything except the squeaker and Mom was afraid that by the time she got back the bed would be completely destroyed. I tried my best, I really did! As soon as Mom got it out of the box, I knew it was mine and immediately tried to take it apart. That’s how Mom learned that the pillow comes out AND has a zipper so she can wash the case. I found the zipper within two minutes because I have zipdar. If it has a zipper, I’ll find it and do my best to take it off.

Mom says that doing the review two weeks after getting the bed is a good indicator of how well made it is. It still looks brand new, even though I’ve been sleeping in it and messing with the zipper every.single.day. If Mom was home, she would have tried to make me behave with the bed, but Dad was in charge while she was gone and he lets me get away with everything.

I’ll bet you’d like to know about this indestructable bed, right? It’s called “The Dutchie” and comes in lots of fabrics. I’m not good at math, but I think I counted 41! It just so happens that Pet-Super-Store.com sent me the exact fabric I’d pick- Urban Animal.

The “The Dutchie” comes in four sizes fitting puppies from 15 to 70 lbs. I am a pound over the medium size, so I’ve been sleeping in the large. I love it because I can stretch out if I want, but lots of times I like to cuddle up next to the sides. The sides are really supportive! When I tried to do that with my old bed, the sides just flopped over.

Mom left my old bed out just to see which bed I’d choose. She knows that I like my stuff, so was surprised to see me in my NEW bed every morning when she came down stairs. The old bed might as well go to doggy bed heaven because it’s dead to me.

The winner! (finally, right?)

2010-06-17T04:50:53Z

Mom had to figure out a way for me to pick the winner of the CSN Store giveaway. I guess she’s not as smart as she’d like to believe because it took her a while. Turns out that things didn’t go exactly as planned…..

Tick tock!

2010-06-12T19:12:15Z

I know you’re waiting to find out who won the CSV giveaway, but you’re going to have to wait just a little longer. Mom is going to have ME pick the winner, but she needs Dad’s help as the camera man so you can watch me choose.

Dad’s on a golf trip until Sunday night, so stay tuned.

PS- Can you imagine? He’s around all that grass and didn’t take me. Hmmph!

Today is the last day for the CSN giveaway!

2010-06-11T15:46:01Z

I’m really excited about this drawing! I’m going to do the drawing myself, just so Mom doesn’t cheat (we all know she cheats!)

As a reminder, here are the rules:

You’ll receive one entry for each of the following:

1. Leave a comment here on my blog telling me you want to win! Be sure to leave me your email address. Don’t worry, it won’t show up to other readers.

2. Join my very own facebook page and leave me a comment there. Be sure to mention that it’s for the CSN store giveaway.

3. Join the Mutual Admiration Society and write something nice about one of your family members, furkids or friends (be sure to invite them to the page to read it!)

This gives you up to three entries to win. I’ll draw the winner at 5pm PST on Friday, June 11 2010. Good luck!

....PS- I will only be sharing the winner’s email address with the CSN folks and I won’t be bothering you with SPAM (my mom hates that stuff, but I hear my grandpa likes it fried..), so you don’t have to worry about giving me your email address. I promise, it’s safe with me.

CSN store giveaway!

2010-06-07T21:45:16Z

Last week I mentioned that I’d be hosting a giveaway for a 40.00 gift certificate, and today I’m going to tell you how to win!

Even though I think EVERYONE should have a pet (especially a dog!), their stores carry items in all sorts of categories. For example, you can use this certificate for a bed or bedding sets, or you can use the certificate for anything sold in any of the other 250+ specialized CSN stores.

Of course, I think you should use the certificate at their pet store!

I really like this booster seat because it has a heater, just like my mom’s seat in the car. It also boosts you up so you can see outside, like my car seat (which isn’t so fancy!)

facebook page and leave me a comment there. Be sure to mention that it’s for the CSN store giveaway.

3. Join the Mutual Admiration Society and write something nice about one of your family members, furkids or friends (be sure to invite them to the page to read it!)

This gives you up to three entries to win. I’ll draw the winner at 5pm PST on Friday, June 11 2010. Good luck!

Reverse sneezing

2010-06-06T18:50:24Z

I’ve been having lots of reverse sneezing since Mom and Dad came home, especially when I get excited. It scares me a little because I’m not sure what is going on. Mom tries to help me, but I don’t like it when she touches my nose. Reverse sneezing is not very fun!

My friend Preston’s mommy wrote an article about reverse sneezing on his blog and it’s been very helpful, so I thought I’d pass it along in case someone else has this problem and doesn’t know what to do. Preston even has a video on his post showing what reverse sneezing looks like, and how his mommy helps him feel better.

Thank you Preston!

Letter from camp

2010-05-31T04:44:23Z

Dear mom and dad,

I’m so glad I found someone with thumbs to tell you how I am! Since izzy the dane’s mom Ronni was working and became my best bud I decided she was suitable to inform you of my stay so far.

Yesterday she came in in the afternoon and we kissed of course and then I helped her with a.. Er.. Problem she had. She had a flower growing from her head. Now as you and I know that is NOT where flowers belong, they should be on the ground. But don’t worry, I the ever helpful Einstein promptly removed it for her! I also me a pug named Mia and I think I like her! Too bad she’s got a boyfriend rooming with her or I’d make her fall for me! I didn’t really like the shepards in my group walk.. They didn’t realize I was very busy keeping the peace among dogs and kept poking me with their noses. Needless to say I got a little grumpy and vocal.

Today we had a HUGE day camp. They decided to open a few combining rooms and let us all run! I again did not like the shepards up in my business.. And Ronni wore a ribbon in her hair today. Doesn’t she know those are on presents to UNWRAP!?! Again, I fixed her hair and I employed her to be MY person for the day. I went where she went, had her pick me up and pet me and scratch my butt. Of course I paid her in kisses so don’t worry, she got her fill =)

She acted like all my hair on her wasn’t the best gift ever but I know she loved it!

I am having a great time but of course I can’t wait to see you again! I’m slightly famous here cause the people who haven’t seen me web site are being told about it so they all can be informed employees of me.

Well, Ronni has to get back to her home life so I guess ill let her take a vacation from my employment.

Wags and kisses,
Einstein.

Would someone PLEASE distract my mom?

2010-05-27T17:55:51Z

Mom is leaving soon to go visit my grandma and she won’t leave me alone! I think my mom needs a new hobby that doesn’t involve me. She’s already getting all sappy and smothery, saying how much she’s going to miss me.

Geez Mom, take a chill pill- it’s only a week! You’ve lived without me for almost 50 years, I think you can live without me for a week.

Uncle Michael is going to be here soon, to fly out with the ‘rents and I can’t wait to give him a big ol’ kiss on the lips. He tells me “No lip kissing, Einstein”, but I know he likes it. I kiss him on the lips more than anyone else. By the way, he’s single and my mom has been trying to give him away for years. Any takers?

Oh! I almost forgot! I’m hosting a giveaway next week for a $40.00 gift certificate to any of the CSN stores. Stay tuned for the rules!

I gotta go- Mom has that look in her eye again. Someone go get her a stuffed animal! She’s driving me nutz!

It’s a darned good thing it’s been raining a lot

2010-05-21T16:51:19Z

Mom is still off her foot. She told me that the surgery was more extensive than the foot surgeon originally thought, so she’s not healing as quickly as *I* would like. I miss going to the puppy park, darnit! It’s been raining a lot here in the rainy state of Washington- so I’ll cut her some slack because I don’t like playing in the rain.

Mom can’t even drive, so car rides are out too. Thank goodness Dad takes me for an hour run every morning, or I’d be one big ol’ crabby puggle.

I don’t know what Mom’s deal is, but she gets a little crazy when I lay on the same pillow as her foot. Hey, as far as I can tell- there is room for both of us, but Mom doesn’t see it that way. Eventually, I end up taking up the whole pillow and Mom’s foot is off to the side- but that’s her idea, not mine. I’m more than willing to cuddle with her foot.

Dad’s been on a business trip for the last couple of days and comes home tonight! I really miss Dad when he’s gone because he lets me play rough with him. He also lets me get away with WAY more stuff than Mom does. Mom’s a real buzz kill sometimes. She acts like it’s her job or something.

The sun is starting to peek through the clouds, so I’d better get off this computer and start whining by the door.

Call search and rescue!

2010-05-18T03:37:28Z

Apparently Mom and Dad’s DVR is empty, so Dad’s been in the living room watching his ‘guy’ shows while Mom is watching her ‘girl’ shows. Dad calls Mom’s shows trashy, but Mom says that Dad just doesn’t appreciate the entertainment factor of reality shows.

Anywoof…. when Dad is in the living room, I’m allowed to wander around wherever I want to go as long as the upstairs bedroom doors are shut. For some reason, Mom gets upset when I play with her sock monkey slippers or any of her shoes for that matter- so they shut the door to the bedroom.

Dad forgot the ‘shut the bedroom’ rules and so I took advantage of that as soon as the coast was clear. I decided to check out the bath tub before playing with Mom’s shoes and ended up getting stuck in the tub. Mom’s bath tub has stairs that go up to the tub, but no stairs going out of the tub and I didn’t really think about that before getting in the tub.

I don’t know how long I was in the tub, but it seemed like weeks. I suppose if you factor in ‘dog years’, it probably was weeks. Finally, I heard Mom ask Dad where I was (she probably felt like playing fetch and I wasn’t there to play with her) and so I knew I was going to be rescued soon. Mom and Dad found me in Mom’s tub and they laughed at me! How RUDE!

They asked me to get out of the tub and I couldn’t no matter how hard I tried, so they laughed some more. Finally, Mom picked me up out of the tub and I ran downstairs without any bribes of chicken strips.

Here’s a tip- if you ever want me to do something, just offer me cheese or a chicken strip. I’ll be a little circus monkey for cheese or chicken strips.

I think I’ve learned my lesson about chillaxin’ in the tub and I’m so glad that Mom misses me when I’m not around to play with her.

Rude!

2010-05-04T19:02:53Z

Mom just called me “Sir Shed-a-Lot”. I’m part pug, what does she expect?

Mom is getting every single puppy hair out of the house, it seems, so the house is as close to sterile as possible before she has surgery tomorrow on her foot. Mom was told to be super careful with her foot because they’re operating on bone and if it gets infected, she’d be one unhappy camper. Nobody wants to be around Mom when she’s an unhappy camper. Trust me. I’m going to do my best to not shed for a while.

Yeah, like THAT’s gonna happen.

Mom is pulling out all of the cushions on all of the couches and chairs and vacuuming EVERYTHING. She’s letting the robot vacuum (she named it “Little Buddy”) run around the house, after she’s vacuumed with the REAL vacuum. I think Mom is a little OCD, but so am I so who am I to judge?

Mom told me she’s found enough hair to create a new puppy, but I’m pretty sure she’s exaggerating. She tends to do that, you know. But if she’s not exaggerating, I hope that the new puppy is fun to play with. He’ll certainly be rockin’ the awesome hair.

Why yes, I do own the place!

2010-04-28T03:39:22Z

Mom takes me to puppy day camp every other week while the cleaning ladies ~~hide my toys~~ clean the house. She says that after her foot surgeon gives her the go-ahead (probably not until July) we’ll go hiking or something, but until then I get to spend a few hours with other puppies.

Mom’s noticed something about me. After I’ve been somewhere a few times, I act like I own the place. This means that if I don’t like or know someone ‘in my place’ they hear about it. In my head, it goes something like this:

Me (Einstein P. Williams): Did I invite you here?
Stranger: No
Me (Einstein P. Williams): BARK BARK BARK!!!!!

Me (Einstein P. Williams): Are you looking at me without my permission?
Stranger: Yes, because you’re the most awesome looking dog I’ve ever seen.
Me (Einstein P. Williams): BARK BARK BARK!!!!!

Here’s your warning. If you’re in PetsMart and see the most handsome puggle in Washington State, do not look at me and for heaven’s sake- stay out of my aisle!

I caught mom watching me in the window while I was following the nice girl around the room. She noticed that I wasn’t playing with the other puppies. Instead, I followed the nice girl wherever she went. If she cleaned the windows, I was there to inspect her work. When she mopped the floor, I made sure I could see my reflection. I have to tell you that following cute girls around all day is exhausting. I can’t imagine what it would be like if I actually played with another dog.

Mom asked one of the nice girls that works at puppy camp about why I wasn’t playing- because I ALWAYS play at the puppy park. She said that it takes some time for puppies to warm up to the idea of playing with other puppies without the watchful eye of their mom or dad. Until then, I’ll just help the cute girl clean MY place. She’s doing a great job. I think I’ll give her a raise.

Mom needs more hands

2010-04-18T06:07:46Z

Mom and I like to play the clam shell game. Mom hides a cookie underneath a bone and asks me “which one?” It’s my job to touch the bone where I think the cookie is hidden. Sometimes I’m not very careful and the bone goes sliding all over the floor. Mom has to remind me to be gentle many times during the game.

Sometimes, the trick’s on her. When she’s not looking, I’ll grab the bone with my mouth and take off with it. Do you know why I do that? Because Mom has invented a new game called “trade”. Usually if I have something she wants, she’ll trade me for something I want, like a piece of chicken or cheese. I know how to work the system. Muah ha ha ha ha ha

<- that's my best attempt at an evil laugh.

Mom thought that my friends would enjoy watching me play the game. As you can see, she needs more hands if she’s going to take a video of our game. Maybe we’ll rope Dad into helping us out so we can get a better video.

Enjoy!

I don’t like dogs with bad manners

2010-04-17T17:18:05Z

Mom tells me that I have a sixth sense about other dogs, because I instinctively know which dogs to stay away from. I don’t really care about a dog’s breed, but I do care if they have good manners. Yesterday there were two dogs at the park that didn’t know the dog rules, which includes:

1. Don’t jump on me unless I invite you
2. Don’t continue to bother me when I’ve already let you know that I don’t want to play with you.

I watch each dog as they enter the dog park and see how they interact with the ‘official greeters’ (there’s always a group of dogs that immediately run to the gate whenever a new dog enters the park. I’m not one of them.) If I see the new dog has bad manners, then I stay way far away from that dog. If the dog seems to be a good dog, I’ll introduce myself and we’ll take it from there.

If I don’t like a dog, and that dog won’t leave me alone I’ll stand by Mom and give that dog a high-pitched bark anytime it comes near me, and I’ll show that dog my teeth. There’s no mistaking how I feel. This happened yesterday and the other dog would NOT get the hint. I was really glad when his mom took him out of the park, because he was harshing my buzz.

I’ve been at the dog park at least 200 times in my life and I can count on one paw (that’s four toes) the number of dogs that I’ve had this reaction to. Mom knows that I have my reasons and trusts that I know what I’m doing. She’s cool like that.

I will admit to being prejudiced a little bit against long-haired German shepherds. That’s the only breed that I won’t go near, no matter how well behaved they seem (though truthfully, I’ve yet to meet a well behaved long-hair German shepard at my dog park.) Pits? No problem. Boxers? Love them. Great Danes? My favorite. Bernese Mountain Dog? My best friend (his name is Chester, by the way.)

What about you? Do you have certain dog breeds that you don’t like to play with?

I’m a pooped out puggle

2010-04-14T17:13:02Z

Mom and dad hired some nice ladies to clean our house, so Mom took me to doggy daycamp yesterday so I’d be out of their hair. Mom told me that the only reason I was going to doggy daycamp was that she had several appointments to go to, and I couldn’t come along.

I’m so sure!

I’ll forgive her though, because she was out earning money so she could buy me more toys and stuff.

The nice girls at PetsMart took really good care of me again. I really like it there, even though I don’t act like it when Mom drops me off. I am a really good actor, I think, and Mom believes my performance. I put my body real close to the ground and dug my nails into the grout of the tile to try to drag myself out of the lobby, but that darned leash kept me from finishing my performance.

Normally I nap during the time I was at daycamp, so by the time I got home all I wanted to do was sleep. Dad really liked that, because Mom had to leave for another appointment after I got home and so we became cuddle-buddies.

I"m pretty sure Mom’s going to take me back there again because the nice ladies who clean the house will be here every other week. Since Mom normally has Mondays and Tuesdays off, she told me that when her foot gets better we can also go on hikes when the ladies come to our house.

It’s good to be me. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz