CHILLY

First the sun broke. Now the weather is getting cold.

I know what you're thinking: how cold can a place with palm trees really get? Well, I don't exactly know the numbers, but it's cold enough to wear stuff like hats and sweaters and scarves. Am pretty sure that means it's not warm.

This morning it was so chilly I could see my breath in the air. So I pretended I was a fire-breathing dragon and blew smoke at brother Dutch and my human. That's when my human gave me her scarf. It was supposed to keep me warm, which was supposed to stop my breath from freezing in the air. I guess my human thought giving me a scarf was nicer than telling me to stop blowing my death-breath at everyone (which is what Dutch said).

Is it cold enough for scarves and frozen breath where you live? Or is the sun/weather only broken here in San Francisco??

LET'S BE FRANK

On the way back to the car after walking off my pie, I caught a whiff of something tasty. VERY tasty.

I'd never smelled anything like it in my whole entire life. So fresh and pure and meaty. I begged my human to let me get a closer sniff. She said I could look. And I could smell. But I could not eat.

(sigh)

I agreed to her terms then followed my nose to the source of the scent. Turns out it was coming from a cart thingy. A cart thingy with a picture of a DOG on it. If that's not a sign I should eat something, I don't know what is. I pointed this out to my human.

Hey look! It's food for dogs. Can I just have a taste?? Pleeeeeeeeease?

It's not FOR dogs, Puglet. It IS a dog. A hot dog, she said.

HUH WHAT?!? This totally freaked me out. That really tasty meaty smell was a hot cooked DOG? Who the heck would cook a dog? And who on earth would ever eat one???

I didn't want to stick around to find out. So I made a break for it and ran to the car. When my human caught up to me she was mad. Very mad. But when she saw how scared I was she stopped being mad, gave me a hug and asked what was wrong.

They are cooking dogs. THAT is what's wrong.

Oh Puglet....

My human explained that a hot dog is made out of cow, not dog. I wanted to know why it's called hot dog if it's made out of cow, but she didn't have an answer for that one. So I asked if I could have a taste, y'know - to make sure the main ingredient really was cow.

Nice try, Puglet was all she said.

PIE WEIGHT

My human said since I snarfed down a whole piece of pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving, I needed to do some extra walking over the weekend.

You need to walk off the pie before it turns into rolls, she said.

Don't ask me how pie turns to rolls. I like to walk so I didn't ask any questions. Well, I did ask if we could go somewhere new to walk off my pie. My human said that sounded like a good idea and loaded us into the car.

We ended up over at Crissy Field, which was a little disappointing because we go there all the time and I thought we were going to a new place.

ME: I thought we were going to walk in a new place?
MY HUMAN: We are.
ME: Uhm, we come here all the time.
MY HUMAN: We come here, but we've never walked over there.

By "there" she meant the big orange bridge. My human said people come from all over the world to visit it. I never knew you could walk on the bridge, but when we got there lots of people were there walking on it.

My human told us Jack & Vegas' human's grandmother walked across the bridge before cars were allowed to use it. That was on the first day it opened back in 1937. She also said they closed the bridge off to cars to celebrate the bridge's 50th birthday. So many people walked across the bridge that day, it changed shape. They had to stop letting people on because engineers were worried the weight of the crowd might break the bridge.

I didn't like the sound of that. Especially since I hadn't walked off my pie yet. Dutch ate pie too. And so did my human. So that was 3 of us with pie weight. Who knew how many other people on the bridge ate pie. I started to worry that alllll the people on the bridge were there to walk off their pie.

My human laughed when I asked if extra pie weight could break the bridge. She told me to relax and enjoy the view. So I did.

PUMPKIN PIE & BEING THANKFUL

Thanksgiving is another one of those special-days that's a little confusing to me.

Kinda like Memorial Day: you'd think it's about barbecues, parades and picnics because that's what happens on Memorial Day - but it isn't about those things at all. So I thought Thanksgiving was all about eating turkey and pie.... until the guy on NPR they said something about pilgrims and indians and being thankful. Or something like that.

I don't know anything about pilgrims. Or indians. But I do know what it means to be thankful. So while I was waiting to eat pie, I made a list of things I'm thankful for:

pie holidays
my human (even though she leaves us alone sometimes and smells like other dogs)
brother Dutch
breakfast
dinner
cheetos
popeye's nuggets
baby cowpies
bully sticks
Jack & Vegas the crazy labradors
The Man (Jack & Vegas' human)
my spotted friends
my blog friends
my buddy Google
naps
sunshine
the beach
the park
little squeaky tennis balls
Animal Planet

There's more, but that's as far as I got before it was time to eat pie. I've been waiting to taste pumpkin pie ever since I saw that ginormous 1658lb beast at the pumpkin festival. And after almost two months of waiting, it only took me about 3 seconds and 2 bites to make the pie disappear.

I planned on finishing my Thankful List after the pie. But after the pie came turkey and after the turkey came stuffing and after the pie, turkey and stuffing I was kinda tired so I took a nap instead. My human says that happens sometimes on Thanksgiving.

A special-day of food AND naps?? Forget about pilgrims and indians - I'm pretty sure a pug must have invented Thanksgiving. I hope you all had a good one!

Happy Thanksgiving!

I'm busy waiting to eat pie, so no adventures today.

Back tomorrow....

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!!