Vote human-canine!

Kimberly's going away for a week to attend some leadership training thing. This leaves the house with an all-male contingent. The human-canine coalition (Tim and me) are vying against the feline caucus (Bonnard and Matisse) for control of the House of Kimberly. We ask for your votes.

The human-canine coalition offers everyone peace in our time, lower taxes, a chicken in every pot, and three square meals a day. The feline caucus simply doesn't have a plan. So, when you're at the ballot box, vote human-canine... if you don't, the whole condo will become a litter box!

I'm Louis the Pug... and I approve this message.

Howl-O-Ween

BOO! Check it out... I'm a ghoulish Red Wing with glowing eyes and stuff! The party was pretty awesome, but I wasn't able to win since Kimberly was a judge... that's ok, we all know who rocked the house. All that, and special dog cake with peanut butter frosting!

On top of all of this, my jersey now fits me, so I can root for my team in their (likely futile) quest to win the Stanley Cup. Ahh well, at least the Sabres are lookin' good. A hockey pug has to have alternative options, yo...

prep work

Sorry I've been remiss in posting lately... it's been a buy time in the household as I prepare my costume for the big Howl-o-Ween festivities. I understand that I'm not allowed to be entered into the costume contest since Kimberly is a D-list celebrity judge (she's totally a C-list celeb in my eyes). So, my job is make everyone start a whisper campaign at the event that basically says how jobbed I was at not winning best costume.

Here's a hint. You've seen it on me before... it's just getting tailored.

I say no more.

happy burfday to me

I am now no longer a puppy. I'm two, yo.

In celebration, Tim and Kimberly got me one of them awesome cupcakes from Doggy Style... that cool dog bakery on the other side of the alley. Here's pretty much how it went down. First, I was offered said cupcake.



Then I ran off with the cupcake to an undisclosed location. I thought I saw some old guy there that looked familiar. He didn't look happy.



I then began to devour the cupcake. Shield your eyes people... it was a massacre, yo.

clint pugwood

Halloween's coming... I've been working on my Dirty Harry. Check this out:

I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky?

Well, do ya? Punk?

Dude, that's a keeper. My costume is SET, yo!

the pug demo

Check out JetBlue... goin after the black pug demographic. GENIUS! I'll take 67 tickets to NYC, please!

As promised... pics from the weekend

Here's some select shots, yo...


Being a good lap dog.


Pay attention to me! Pay attention to me!


Feeeeeed me.

Woof!

What a crazy cool weekend! Tim and Kimberly abandoned me went away for the weekend. They left me in the fine care of a heretofore unknown nanny (I met her the other night... I impressed her, of course, with my stylish looks and rapier wit).

Anyways, we hung out with lotsa other girls (quite the highlight of the weekend, of course) and went apple picking. I found it a little tricky to get up in the trees to snag those apples, but luckily there were others around who were around that didn't have the height challenges that I have.

Pictures to come... this hot little pug in a pink dress is just some eye candy for ya til then. Still single ladies!!

Bonnard's diary

Bonnard... you remember him, right? Evil, corpulant cat. Yeah, I think I found his diary... at least it seems like it should be his. It's been making the internet email rounds. Anyhoo, he's been put on a diet, and I think he has some issues...

Day 183 of my captivity.

My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture.

Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. Maybe I should try this at the top of the stairs.

In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. I must try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little kitty cat I was.

This is not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called "allergies."

Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.

The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He speaks with them regularly, and I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.

But I can wait.

It's only a matter of time.

What's weird is we don't even have a bird. Maybe he means Matisse... the other cat. I dunno. I also take a bit of issue with him calling me a half-wit. I'm a full wit, yo!

talents

Some have questioned whether a dog can actually write a blog... some have even insinuated that Tim or Kimberly are the actual authors. Ha! That's insulting... frankly, they're teriffic people, but neither of them can write as good as me.

Mutts are talented... sorta. Check out this (ridiculous) display of dog talking. Some pooches will do anything for a treat...

happy columbus day

I'm spending the Columbus Day holiday off at the spa, so this will have to be a short one... no time for lengthy posts when I'm gettin' manscaped, yo.

Went to the dog park yesterday and hung out with this frenchie... he was pretty cool, so we ran around a lot. One thing though... cool dog, don't get me wrong... but he was also kinda weird. He kept rolling around in the mud a lot, like he was all cool and stuff. I dunno... to me, it's cooler to be the fastest dog in the park, come home, and NOT need a bath.

Of course, this is coming from the dog who's currently at the spa, so take it with a grain of salt.

opening night!

Oh goody goody goody goody!!! HOCKEY's BACK!!

Loyal readers know the Sabres are my team in the east, and the Wings are my team in the west... drop the puck yo!

Tim was out of town for some undercover supersecret trip to the upper midwest. I used the opportunity to basically run hog frickin wild here. Poor Kimberly... she can't handle me at 100% at all. Heh. Of course now the sheriff's back in town... I gotta dial it back down, lest I get incarcerated in the dreaded C-R-A-T-E...

lazy sunday

Today was supposed to be all rainy, but instead it turned out to be one of those glorious fall Sundays you dream about when it's 101 and muggy during the DC summers... I went out for a pretty cool walk today, and even managed to get some of the bread on the ground outside of the local Nepalese restaraunt (Tim always grumbles about that... something about pigeons and rats. He's grumpy when I score some naan, yo).

On top of all of the goodness with the weather and the kickin' back, the first of the month means medicine time... I score the heartworm pill in a spoonful of peanut butter... I like the first of the month very much. Happy October!