Vet Woes

I had to go to the vet on Friday.  I didn't go because I had the sickies but to get some shots.  I wasn't very happy about going so I decided to act crazy in the car.  I know I don't look crazy in this photo but I was.  

Momma was getting very mad at me because I wouldn't stop crying.  I wanted her to put my window down but she kept saying something about it only being 15 degrees outside.  Whatever!  

So I cried and cried all the way to the vet.  I was a super spaz so I doubt I will be taking any car rides anytime soon.

The first thing I did when we arrived was check for mail.  I checked and checked but couldn't find any.  What the heck?  Didn't they know I was coming?

I asked this guy where all the mail was but he was absolutely no help.  I think they should fire him because he is a terrible doorman.

Since there wasn't any mail for me, I decided to be polite and leave some for the next dog.  

"I'm here! Can I have a treat, please?"

Momma said no treats until after my appointment.  She is no fun at all.  Next time I am going to have Daddy bring me.

Doesn't this look like a totally random picture?  It kind of is.  Before Momma took this picture, she was talking to this lady.  The lady asked if she could pet me because she has a pug.  I don't know why the lady was there without the pug but she was very nice.  And Momma loved her hair.  I told Momma to take a picture but Momma was way too embarrassed, so she waited until the lady wasn't facing us and she snapped away.  You may have to bigify the photo but it won't really do the do justice.  Suffice it to say, Momma would wear her hair like this if her hair would do this, if she had a cute face like this lady, and if she were 50 pounds lighter.  

One reason I wasn't looking forward to going to the vet was because my favorite doctor, Dr. Lisa, left the practice.  I couldn't believe it and neither could Momma.  Momma just found Dr. Lisa again after many years and now she's lost her again.

But March Animal Hospital has all my info and I needed my shots so we decided to go there.  

"Why are we being kept waiting, Momma?  Dr. Lisa never made us wait.  I'm going home.  I will live without my shots!"

And that's when I heard them.  All the doggies behind this door barking at me.  They were telling me that this new doctor, Dr. Beloiu,  was very nice and that she would take good care of me.  Of course, I had to translate all this to Momma since she doesn't speak dog, and once I did, she was relieved.

Since I had Momma in a good mood, I figured it was the perfect time to point out the huge treat jar within reach.  Unfortunately, she wasn't in that good of a mood.  She ignored my begging and picked me up to show me this:

I had to point out that the doggies on the poster were labs, not pugs.  Labs have weight problems so that's why they are on posters.  If pugs had weight problems, they would be on posters but there wasn't one single poster with a pug on it. 

I never did get a treat even though I was a total angel for Dr. Beloiu.  I was so mad about the treat situation that I decided to take matters into my own paws.  I decided I would do something so embarrassing that Momma would have to give in to my demands.  So I pooped in the lobby while Momma was handing over lots of green papers.  My twinner Pearl would have been so proud of me!

Too bad my little plan backfired.  Momma was more mad than embarrassed as she swore up and down that I wouldn't get any treats until spring.  Oh, woe is me.

More Pink Madness

I was sitting by the door this afternoon soaking up some much needed sunshine.  I'm so happy the sun is back because it brought warm temperatures to melt all the yucky snow.  I am already so sick of the snow and it's only January!

I begged Momma to let me go outside to get the mail because I just knew the mailman had delivered something for me, but she refused to let me out of the house.  The nerve of Momma!  Anyway, I was not surprise when she came back in the house and announced that a package had been delivered from my good friends Zoey & Phoebe.  YAY!

Momma spent a morning last month visiting with Zoey & Phoebe when she went to visit Puglet.  Even Stubby met Zoey & Phoebe when he was on his road trip.  Daddy has even met them but not me, not yet.  I am working on a plan to take a trip out there to meet all my Bay Area friends really soon.  Shhhh.  Don't tell Momma.

Okay, back to my package.  I didn't know what was in the package but the envelope felt squishy so I knew it wasn't food.  I was so surprised when Momma ripped open the envelope to reveal this:

 A pink tutu!  A totally Tiffy pink tutu!  It is perfect!  Thank you, Zoey & Phoebe!

Of course, I had to try the tutu on right away.  It fit like a glove!  And it was so comfortable.  

I twirled this way and that, modeling the tutu from all angles.

"How does my backside look, Momma?"

It was very hard for Momma to get me to sit still because I wanted to dance.  I felt like a pink ballerina!

"Hurry up with the pictures, Momma.  The music is starting!"

 Thank you again, Zoey & Phoebe!  The tutu is the perfect gift and I will wear it every time I dance!

Wordless Wednesday

One Year Ago Today

Thanks for walking down Stubby memory lane last week.  Momma loved reading all the sweet comments everyone had to say about Stubby.  It's good to know that he lives on in everyone's hearts.

One year ago today, I was picked up on the streets of Grand Prairie, TX.  Animal services found me as I was chasing after cars.  I don't like to talk about my past that much because it's taken me a while to forget about it but I thought I would mention it today because it was the turning point in my life.  My new life began one year ago today.

Animal services contacted the wonderful people of DFW Pug Rescue who came, swooped me up, and help me close, telling me everything would be okay.  I was frightened, cold, and hungry.  

The next thing I knew I was getting examined at the vet and then taken to a wonderful foster home where I lived with three awesome pugs and two amazing humans.  The rest, as they say, is history.

My life is so different today than it was one year ago today.  I've never let the past dictate my future and I never will.  I look back today only to remind myself how lucky I am to be where I am today.  I have the greatest parents any pug could ever want, a loving home where my every whim is taken care of, and the best friends a girl could ever have - you.

Remembering

Momma said that today is a special day.  The day didn't feel all that special to me when I woke up but as soon as Momma sat me down in the family room I knew something was up.

Momma explained to me that it was one year ago today that Stubby died.  She always talks about Stubby but she never really sat me down and talked to me about him until today.  

I know that some of you knew Stubby and that some of you even met him in the fur.  Lucky you.  I never met but I just know that we would have been best friends if we had met.  He seems like the kind of guy that would do anything for you.  And that's exactly what Momma said.  She told me he was generous, kind, and very loving.  He was green, too, and it still makes Momma smile when she thinks of all the people he inspired to adopt more eco-friendly habits.

There is a pseudo shrine in the family room devoted to Stubby.  I think it's pretty cool that everyone who comes over can check it out because it's like Stubby lives on.

The top of the urn says "Until we meet again at the rainbow bridge".  Momma says that one day, a long time from now, I will meet Stubby there and we will run and play forever.

This was Stubby's special collar that he only wore on special occasions.  I once heard Daddy ask Momma if I could wear it and she could hardly answer no.  I understand why Momma doesn't want me to wear it so I don't ever bring it up.

Everyone is always amazed at how much this portrait looks just like Stubby.  My Auntie Nancy painted it for Momma and Daddy and lucky for me it's big enough that I can almost make out the whiskers on his face.  Momma talks to the portrait sometimes and smiles at it often.

Daddy gave this to Momma on her birthday last year, just a few days after Stubby died.  Puglet's human took this picture when Stubby was in San Francisco on his road trip.  

Do you see a little something above the first word?  That's a whisker that Momma found in a chair the day after Stubby died.  She scooped it up and held it in her hand for a very long time as if she were cradling lost treasure.  She knew she had to keep it so she taped it to the tile.  

Momma hardly ever cries anymore when she talks about Stubby.  The only time she does is when she remembers how she couldn't ease his pain and that's when I remind her that no one could.  She used to cry all the time, even after I arrived, but now mostly happy thoughts fill her mind as she remembers the 13 1/2 years she spent with Stubby right by her side.  

I am going to spend the day holding Momma close while she shows me all the pictures of Stubby.  She is going to tell me all about him and then I am going to go outside, look up at the moon and smile.  Stubby is up there, smiling down on all of us, always.

Almost Wordless Wednesday - I'm Still Here!

Momma has been crazy busy, as usual, so I haven't been able to post in a while.  I just wanted to let all of you know that I'm still here and that I read your blogs almost daily.  

Hopefully, I will be back to blogging and commenting soon.  I have so much to tell you about, including my amazing holiday season, so stay tuned!

Miss Me?

I know I haven't posted in a really long time but it's not my fault.  Momma left me for 6 whole days.  That's right.  She flew on an airplane, without me,  something that I was suppose to do last month.  I really, really, really wanted to go but Momma said I just wasn't ready.  I'm still not talking to her despite the fact that it's the holiday season.

So where did Momma go?

To visit these guys.  That's Puglet and Dutch, in case you didn't recognize them.  Momma flew out to San Francisco to hang out with them and their human while I stayed back in the cold Midwest with Daddy.  I haven't heard all the details yet but it sounds like I missed out on a really good time.

Puglet gets to go hiking every day, something I could only dream of.  He took Momma to Fort Funston and showed her his super duper supermodel moves on these barnacles.  

Pug even Jimmied like a gazillion times!  Every time he wanted something he pulled the old Jimmy card.  And it worked!  Dutch can't Jimmy but that doesn't mean he doesn't try to get treats just by looking cute.

 To add insult to injury, a few days into Momma's visit and this guy shows up.  You may not recognize him but you surely recognize his cuteness.  That's Frank, the wannabe supermodel that knows how to Jimmy.  

Momma says that Frank is even cuter in person and that she wanted to bring him home.  As if!

Momma even got to go on a photo shoot.  Puglet's human was contacted by a friend of hers that had just started fostering a pug whose owner is terminally ill.  She wanted professional pictures taken so she could post them on the rescue website in hopes of finding him a forever home.  

This guy's name is Peppy and Momma almost brought him home, too.  He's 10 years old but Momma says he acts my age.  

Momma was so homesick for me that she almost bought this at the airport.  Why didn't she?  There wasn't enough room in her luggage for a toothpick much less a cardboard pug.

And guess what else she told me?  There were lots of dogs walking through the terminal in San Francisco.  And of course some of them were pugs!  WAAAAHHHHH!

I'm so glad Momma is back home but I'm hearing rumblings of her taking another trip without me real soon.  I just can't let that happen but I don't know what to do.  Any suggestions?

Pretty in Pink

I have been begging Momma to let me open the mystery box.  Days have past; maybe even a week.  What the heck, Momma?  Put away those school books and help a pug!

I tried to open the box myself but realized that I just couldn't do it.  I sure wish I had some thumbs.

Late last week we finally had the box opening party.  YAY!  

"Hurray up, Momma!  My clothes are going out of style!"

What could possibly be in this box?  I have been praying that it is a giant bully stick ever since Momma brought it home.  Some of my friends think that it's a Christmas tree but I highly doubt it.  

WAAAAHHHHH!  It's not a bully stick!  

It's a Christmas tree!  You guys were right!

Once Momma got it out of the box we had to decorate it.  I didn't have any ornaments so I sent Momma out to do some shopping.  I offered to go with but she told me that they don't allow dogs in the craft stores.   Dogs aren't allowed but crazy crafters are okay?  Whatever!

Momma bought me the most beautiful ornaments for my tree.  This little T is perfect because it lets everyone know that the tree belongs to me.

There are 3 little dragonflies on the tree - one for each of us.

I asked Momma to get me an ornament for Stubby so she bought this star because Stubby is the brightest star in the sky.

And a tree isn't complete without a tree topper.  Perfect!

Momma found me the perfect tree skirt.  Santa Paws will definitely know where to leave all my presents.

Ta da!

I needed a nap after all that decorating stuff.  I think I might just sleep here until Santa arrives.  Only 13 more sleeps!

I Think There's Been a Mistake!

I may not look too perturbed in this photo but I really am.  

Apparently, Momma read an article on the Huffington Post this morning about the top 25 dog names of 2011 and my name wasn't on the list.  As if!  Don't the experts know that Tiffy Tippy Toes was THE most popular name this past year?  What type of so called journalism is this?  While I understand that the list is courtesy of the Banfield Pet Hospital, the editors at the Huffington Post need not look any further than all of us here on blogger for the most popular dogs names.

I'm thinking about writing a letter to the Huffington Post so let me know if your name failed to make the list and we can start a letter writing campaign!

Almost Wordless Wednesday

Momma thinks it's still October!