Posts Tagged ‘pug love’

Cubby and Carl

Sid has a new best friend.  He also has a new gigantic wart on his muzzle.

Sid named his best friend “Cubby.”  We named his ginormous wart “Carl.”

Cubby’s here to stay, but we’re hoping that Carl can find a ticket on the next train home to Wartsville.

But, you know what? If Carl decides to stick around for a while, that’s fine with us.  Just as Sid’s love for Cubby can withstand a broken squeaker or a dousing of Timothy drool, Carl’s warty presence could never diminish our love for Sid.  We love this pug, warts and all!

Pug Love Day 2012

Quelle Horreur!

Behold, a sunny afternoon stroll in Prospect Park during which Sid confronts the fact that mortifying public displays of affection are part and parcel of dating a sweet young chick-a-dee like Miss Timothy Buttons:


Pug Pals!

Well, like I mentioned in a previous post, not only did we get to hang out with my family over Christmas, we also finally got the opportunity to meet up with another pug blogger and her family. Yep, we got to meet “Pugnacious P” herself – Payton!

After some initial meet-n-greet circle-n-sniff (by the pugs of course – the humans shook hands), Payton’s dad brought out a bag of dried apple treats, immediately gaining the undivided attention of the flat-faced two-some.

Even though the treat is out of the frame, its location is pretty obvious to gauge. Just follow the intense stares emanating from Sid and Payton. Sid had never eaten dried apples before but that didn’t stop him from immediately bowing down to the unknown-but-sure-to-be-tasty enigma (as he often does with anything in a bag).

Still, the treats were held captive by the humans. While Payton chose to do the aloof  “I don’t care about that stupid treat” reverse-psychology technique, Sid went even deeper down, into a Full Jimmy. This pug wanted one of those delicious dried apple treats – and he wanted it NOW.

And finally the treats started flowing!

Payton’s dad was lucky he didn’t lose a finger in the nosh-fest that followed.

Oh, and not only did Payton’s family bring treats, they also brought a present for Sid. Without even being told about it, he dug the wrapped present out of their tote bag and started tearing into it while we weren’t looking – c’mon, Sid, really? We need to work on those manners, dude.

While Sid paraded around the living room squalking his giant plush duck, we sat down with Payton and her parents, ate a little pizza and talked shop – pug shop. Among other interesting stories, we found out Payton’s name comes from running back Walter Payton of Chicago Bears (aka “Da Bearce”) fame. I’m not really a huge football fan, but I certainly was in 1985 and can recite the entire Superbowl Shuffle verbatim at the drop of a hat (don’t make me do it!).

After the pizza and pug-talk, we moved over to the living room for a shot of the whole gang.

 Thank you to Payton and her family for meeting up with us and for the gifts. We hope to hang with you guys again the next time we’re in Chicago!

Heartbreaker

Sid dedicates this post to all you lady-pugs out there…

The Perils of a May-December Romance

You work hard all day long to bring home the bacon.  You spend eight long hours in that rat race, and when you’re finally off the clock, you just want to sit back with your newspaper, spend some time alone, and unwind.

But your impossibly young and adoring wife has spent all day home, alone, watching the soaps and folding the laundry, dying for a chance to talk to somebody – anybody – about all of the thoughts and ideas and dreams that run through her pretty little head and she just wants to play, just for a little bit – why can’t she play, huh?  Why can’t she have a little excitement in her day?

But you work so hard. All you want is some peace and quiet, a hot home-cooked meal and just some time to relax, take your mind off things, perhaps chew on your favorite potato. But there she is.  This beautiful, needy, exquisite young woman for whom you have to keep working so dang hard to keep happy. Because, really, would this hot little lady be with an old curmudgeon like you if you weren’t bringing home that bacon?

You could’ve settled down with a woman your own age, a more mature woman with an established sense of self and a little less energy.  But, more than silence, more than serenity, you want to be able to look up from your newspaper at night and see that face – those perky ears, those big, black, beady eyes, that tongue that seems to go on for miles and miles. And so you give in. You roll over.  You play.  She wins.

Snuggle Pugs

Although Sid is a bit of an aloof tough guy most of the time, his softer side does occasionally come out. Nice work, Miss Timothy Buttons.

Hope you all have a great weekend!