best cure in the world

So, early Friday morning I decided to get up for my regular 4 am feeding (what... you don't wake up people, demand to be fed and then go back to sleep for 6 hours?). Problem... the food kept coming out the wrong way. Like a lot. Not be gross or anything, but I became reverse full... a status that I am unaccustomed to.

Tim and Kimberly took me out for a walk at 4:15 after calling somebody to see if reverse-full is a good thing... I got the impression it wan't becuase I've never seen Tim fully awake at 4:15, and when he's up he's usually muttering bad language about my eating habits. Anyways, we went for a walk and I felt kinda oogey again and painted the sidewalk with what little remained inside the ol' stomach. So, 7 reverse feedings later, we're off in the car for a ride.

When we went back to that place where they took away my manhood, I suddenly felt a lot better. Yep, no need to go in there... let's go home, huh? Who's with me!? So, for everyone out there... if you're feeling ill, take a look at this picture here and I'll bet you suddenly feel a lot better too...

Man, did I like getting breakfast after that!

happy 28th kelly

We rolled out the red carpet for Kelly's 28th... well, that and the booze...

Larry's Lounge once again proves it loves me, despite the fact the service is described as "miserable" by many of my bipedal friends. Still, they are super cool and there's outdoor seating... it's all good.

Elmers friggin ROCKS!

nooooooooo!

MY BOWL!

If... if... my bowl is all broke and stuff, does that mean I can't get food!?!?!

This has national security implications written all over it. Someone call 911!

weekend of leisure

Sometimes it pays to be a dog.

Today was spent lounging about... resting from the big dogpark goodness of Saturday. To say it was hot is a bit of an understatement, so I've been needing the extra bit of shuteye that comes with life as a world famous blogging pug.

Speaking of hot, I had a nice run in today with a sweet little bulldog named Margaret. I'll leave you with her stunning figure as we bid adieu to this fun little weekend...

podcaster

Since it was bring your owner to work day (A.K.A. "Friday") it was time for me to hunker down and get some serious work done. While Tim was sitting around a table with my Friday friends Kelly and Adam, they seemed to be enjoying a fine conversation about... I don't know... something. I think it had to do with that lady who's retiring. Anyways, I was far too busy making heavy breathing noises and scratching randomly at walls to get all that involved.

I guess they recorded it too... something called a podcast? Add it to my ever-expanding list of talents!

Hit the dogpark afterwards, but everyone was a little lethargic. This summer heat's getting to all of us. Dog days of summer my furry butt!

medical p-update

Heh. pupdate. I'm funny.

The paw has healed up pretty nicely, but I'm still limping a bit. I'm hoping for a complete recovery for some sweet, sweet dogpark action this weekend. I have a looooong run in me...

just a flesh wound

I just want to assure my loyal readers that rumors are true... I have suffered a minor injury to my right paw. As you can see, it is still quite intact and the bleeding has stopped. I managed to use the pillow on the couch for that...

Preliminary diagnosis by the medical genius that is Tim (a lawyer by profession who watched a lot of Lassie episodes to gain keen veterinarian insight) concludes the paw, "isn't that bad." Quite the relief to hear that from a professional.

Stay tuned to Louis the Pug for late-breaking medical developments...

on further review...

Hey, remember when I said my 9 month birthday was the 14th? Um, wrong. After perusing my birth records I found out that Tim's been a bit off. Like days off. My real 9 month birthday is tomorrow... same requests apply, but I'm really digging on the car and that flat screen, yo.

Found a new park to hang in... Mitchell Park "strictly" complies with DC's leash law. Yeah RIGHT! I got to chill with my old and new friends... here's my newest Husky/German Shepherd bud. Name's escapin' me... starting to get just like Tim.

kickin back with a brew

every once in a while... when Tim's not looking... I sneak a little sip.

Hope everyone's having a kick butt weekend!

happy birthday to me...

Today's my 9 month birthday... that gives everyone three months to plan what they're going to get me for my big one year b-day celebration. I've developed my list, and am asking for big screen TVs (digital... plasma... of course) and an appropriately configured Aston Martin (I have short legs and require special pedals). Now, I'm sure I'll really be recieving greenies and cheesebones... I s'pose that'll have to do for now...

So, if you want to email me, you can reach me at my new email address... louisthepug-at-gmail-dot-com. Pretty sneaky trick there to fool the spammers, eh?

Game ON!

Tim's more than a little excited about hockey's imminent return. all I know it maybe I can score a sweet Wings jersey out of this obsession...

mmmmmmm... roast chicken

Ok, so this isn't the roasted chicken I had tonight... it's just some picture I found on the Internet. Still, it looks an awful lot like the chicken Tim made for dinner tonight. The smell was sooo good, that I decided to use this thing I learned called a Jedi Mind Trick... it was in some movies. Anyways, before you could say, "These aren't the droids you're looking for," I had a piece of chicken to nibble on. Sure I had to make him think that he got me to sit and stay and all that other crap... but it was really my Jedi Mind Trick that made him do it. Thank you Mr. Silent Bob and Mr. Yoda... you scored me some serious yum-yums tonight!!

busy weekend

Whassup everyone? Sorry I wasn't my usual self posting this weekend. As you can see, I scored this magic plastic card and found out people would give me all sorts of things if I gave it to them to borrow for a few seconds! How cool is that!? I gave it to the airline people... did you know they let dogs in first class? They said I should go to this dog-friendly resort in some place called "Hawaii." It was nice. They took my card A LOT but they always gave it back after they zipped it through their fun little machine.

I tell ya... this little card opened up a world of possibilities. Thank you Bank of America!

power hungry dog back at work

From the vantage point of my throne, I am assuming my regular Friday office hours. Some may question whether it is appropriate for a dog to wield such incalculable power. To them I say, first... what does incalculable mean? After that, I run around in a circle chasing my curly tail for a minute. After that, I will look at them with a quizzical look, followed by a comical head tilt. And then -- and only then -- will I beg for a dog treat.

Having thus prepared myself I will ask for the question to be restated... for I have already forgotten it. Happy weekend everyone!

more dinner party shots...

Thanks to my loyal paparazzi for the shots!

no more cruddy dog park?

As my loyal readers know, I'm not exactly a fan of the current cruddy dog park. But take a look at what the powers-that-be are thinking of doing!! I mean, it's no Seattle, San Francisco or Montreal, but it looks pretty nice!! I'm drooling over this like a cheesebone...

Here's the final plan. I'm no landscape architect, but I'm giving this two paws up... way up! I'd like to give a shout out to my friends at Circle Dogs for making this happen!

thank you G-ma!

Tonight was something Tim called a "dinner party." I don't know what that means, but I do know that I scored this SWEET chew toy courtesy of Kimberly's mom, A.K.A. G-ma!

Now, since I've decided I want to be a little more demanding and... how you say in America? Ahh yes... "annoying," I was running around a lot making sure I barked at Matisse and Bonnard as much as possible.

Life is SOoooOOOoooo good!

free louis!!

What a revoltin' development.

All I do is bite a few pant legs, chase a few cats, nip at Kimberly's ankle, bark (okay... yip) a lot, and otherwise act like a lovable pug and look what it gets me. The hole. I got sent to the hole.

I used to think there were appeals processes that a pup such as myself could take advantage of, but I am now coming to the realization that this totalitarian regime doesn't believe in the principle of a fair and humane system of jurisprudence. Shame!! How quickly we forget the sacrifices of our founding forefathers just one day after Independence Day!!

What's that? I can come out now? See ya later suckers!!

happy 4th of july!

On the road back from Montreal so I'm using Tim's Treo to post. Happy 229 to the USA... you don't look a day over 145!

takedown

Montreal is flat out amazing... sure I get stuck in a hotel room for a chunk of it while Tim and Kimberly go see French speaking little people at a dogist show that won't let yours truly attend... BUT...

I get to roll with my boyz in the dogpark! Now, I'm down with a little pushing and shoving, but take a look at my boy Gus!? Where's the help? How about lending a paw there chief?

Looooong drive back home tomorrow, but I hope to get to the park for a good spell today. Happy 4th of July one day early to my crew south of the border!

dear mr. president

My name is Louis the Pug. I am a pug, but don't let that fool you. I'm pretty smart, and I'm asking you for an appointment to be the ambassador to Canada.

Think about it. Your legacy will finally be achieved... the first President to nominate a dog to be the head of a major international position. What's that? The second? I don't think that guy counts.

Anyways, I've been working the USA angle up here in Montreal... making friends with all sorts of Canadian dogs and people. I've got skills. I've got talent. I've got a tendency to repeat myself. So, I think you should make me ambassador to Canada so that I can continue our diplomatic mission with our fine neighbour (check out that Canadian spelling!) to the north.

Oh, and I like poutine too.

Your buddy down 16th street,
Louis the Pug

dogpark? oui!

I am so international now! I hit the very classy and very BIG dogpark in Montreal this morning. Check out my exploits with my new bestest buddy Gus...


This is a little before and after. Before:


Annnnnd, after:


After that I was so pooped (literally and figuratively) that I spent the rest of the day in the hotel room. The nice people kept trying to change the room and then give Kimberly some wine or something for her birthday, but I couldn't reach the door handle to let them in. They really need to lower those knobs to a pug-friendly level in these places. Maybe when my girl Paris takes over the Hilton chain, she'll think dog-first...

Oh, by the way... HAPPY 1000 hits!! Woohoo!!