I love the man soooo much that when he makes me show my pits to check for ticks, I'm totally cool with it.I missed you guys today and I totally miss my human but I also kinda want to stay at the House of Meat for the rest of my life.
Well, the anti-juju worked. After two days of bottom-floating, Fish finally did the Big Float. He's now in the big bowl in the sky, floating in peace (even when he wasn't sick, he never did swim very much).
So I was checking the Special Day calendar to see if today is special and I totally realized something: tomorrow is MY birthday!
I don't want to cry on my Special Day. I want to eat bacon and SPAM and ice cream and bully penis... then take a nap... and then eat some more stuff to celebrate. But NONE of this will happen if my human doesn't know it's my day.
So we were in the car the other day and the radio man was talking about this experiment they did with little kids and marshmallows. In the experiment, kids are put in a room with a marshmallow and told they could either eat the marshmallow right away OR stare at it for awhile and get TWO marshmallows instead.
So I have kind of a weird question. Is there such a thing as anti-juju? Y'know, like instead of jujuing someone better you juju them to go the other way?
Anyway. Fish is older than I am and has been sick for awhile. We tried fixing him with the pea trick, but that hasn't helped. I don't know what's wrong, but he's really pale and keeps getting smaller and smaller. Pretty soon, there won't be any of him left. He's never really done anything but float, but lately he's been floating funny.
So, I guess HAL4.1 was dead or went back into a coma or something yesterday. No idea, but he seems totally fine today. I haven't heard my human scream or cry or use any of those HBO words so I guess he's going to live.
Hello everybody, it's me - Dutch. I had to tell Pug that HAL4.1 died again so I could be here to ask you a very important question.
So, the calendar says this Sunday is Father's Day. You know how much I like to celebrate stuff/eat cookies, so I was kinda excited to have something official to celebrate. Woo hoo!
Petunia
So, the Computer Man never came yesterday because HAL4's new parts didn't come on time. I guess HAL4 had a heart attack when the tech support people in India were trying to fix him. Kinda like what happened to me when they tried to take my boy parts away the first time - except they revived me and HAL4 went into a coma.
Congrats, Sadie! Your belly will soon be full of panda heads (you might have to share with your people because, technically, they are people-cookies). The genius Randomizer must have know it's your birthday :)
YAY! Sooooo happy to say the panda heads made it to Tiffy's house in Illinois. No postal jerk stole them and they weren't eaten until they got into Tiffy's belly.
Today I thought I'd to talk about the bag full of cool eatables I accidentally ate in The Man's truck yesterday. Or how Dutch totally exploded after drinking pond scum. Or about the wad of pug my human found inside HAL4...

The other day when we were out hiking I saw all these little green things by the giant waterbowl thing. My human wouldn't let me try to eat - uhm, I mean meet - one until she took a picture... but dumb Droid is sooooooo slow, the little green things were all gone by the time she was done.
My human can tell I've really been missing Nikon, so yesterday she asked if I wanted to go on a little adventure to the Post Office. Me? Adventure?
I don't know how scientific this test is, but I'm really glad my human vetoed the yelling thing. Those postal people don't mess around! The PO in our neighborhood is totally friendly, but the one we went to yesterday was not a happy place. We totally got in trouble for
Just when I thought June couldn't get any gloomier, it did. And I'm not talking about the weather either. Because you know what's inside that UPS truck?
Abby just found out she has a severe collapsing trachea, which means her throat keeps trying to shut down on her. And I guess this happens at the worst possible times too, like when she gets excited about cookies or a new toy.
Google says the crazy trachea thing is a pretty common pug problem, so maybe someone else here has some advice for Abby? The vet gave her pills to keep her throat happy, but if everyone could send some juju her way I know she'd feel waaaaaay better than any stupid pill could ever make her feel.
So, there's this thing that happens in San Francisco every summer. Just when it's getting nice and warm and sunny everywhere else on the planet, it gets cold and foggy and icky here. And we live in the sunny part of the city.
Well, it looks like I am not alone. Because according to yesterday's Couch or Crack poll, most of us here are some combo of the two. Couch pugs came in 2nd and crack pugs came in 3rd (last = rare if you ask me, so that just means you are the most, uhm, special).
So here is Dutch, at the beach and not farting.
And here is Dutch pretending to be a model and not farting.
And here is Dutch playing with me and totally NOT farting. 
