tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68319735234307322342012-02-01T09:25:47.672-08:00Born to make you smileTHE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.comBlogger7321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-83449950868261815992012-02-01T08:37:00.000-08:002012-02-01T09:25:47.703-08:00

Thanks to a comment yesterday from Dutchess the pug, today I get to show you all the stuff Mr. Chewy sent me. For the record, the box from Mr. Chewy came two whole days earlier than it was supposed to but my Gimpy Brained, China-handed, Benedryl comatose human completely forgot it ever came.That's right. An entire box of eatables sat here unopened for FIVE DAYS. Yeah. Lucky for my human, it was

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I was so excited to tell you about our trip to the beach that I totally forgot to mention the scary crowd of dancing people we met there. Make that scary, dancing, clapping people. In matching yellow scarves.Yeah. If you've never seen a bunch of people dancing around on a beach for no reason, it's kinda freaky. Especially when they all jump at clap at the same time. The whole thing was just way

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Well, the juju worked it's magic again and my human's China-sized hand was almost normal size when it came time to shoot pugs Saturday morning. She says the prednisone shot, 24-hour steroid cream glove sauna, and antibiotics might have had something to do with it... but I know and you know it was the juju. The whole Lupus scare/China-hand thing was crazy stressful for my human so she was really

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Ok. First the good news: juju kicked butt again. All the tests they ran on my human's blood and pee came back totally normal. I wasn't allowed to to tell you this before because we didn't want to freak anyone out, but the stupid hand vet thought my human had something called Lupus. I don't really know what Lupus is and the HV didn't really explain it to my human either, but Google says it's not a

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Hey everybody, sorry for not ever being here yesterday. My human's trip to the Hand Vet lasted FOREVER and when she finally did get home, she talked on the phone for awhile then went to sleep.I don't know what happened at the HV, exactly, but I do know it wasn't good. My human said the dude looked at her hand, said like 10 words and spent the rest of the time typing on the computer.My human was *

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Just when I thought my human's thumbs were mine again, she went ahead and broke them. Ok, so she didn't exactly break her thumbs. Or anything else. But the fingers on one of her hands are the size of China and it's seriously messing with my thumb access.I guess the problem started like a week ago with a little pain and some puffiness. My human thought it was from doing 1000x the amount of typing

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Ok, first I want to say ginormous THANKS! All those nice things you said to me on Friday totally made me feel special again. They also reminded my human about an email she got, oh, like two weeks ago. Apparently it came in the middle of the Comcastic disaster and that's why Miss Gimpy forgot to mention it.Whatever. Check it out:--Hello and Congratulations!This is your official notification that

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So, last weekend we went down to Pug Mecca. I didn't think there was much to say about it, so I didn't say anything. But I just saw something on HAL4's screen that's kinda freaking me out.Make that REALLY freaking me out:Uhm, yeah. That's Aiko - the same exact black pug you see me standing next to behind the gate at Pug Mecca. And check out this picture of Gracie, doing a ridiculously cute

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So, I'm totally late (again) today because my human had to harass more strangers for a video before the rain started. This is like the third video she's made that isn't about me so I put my paw down and demanded to come along.Ok, so I really just stood there and stared at my human until she got the hint. Whatever. I got to go with her and that's all that matters. I mean, you never know when a

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Thanks to the Rancid Bacon Grease incident, I'm not allowed to spend my supermodeling money on bacon. And thanks to 1000 Pugs, my human does nothing but stare at HAL4 all day so the chances of us going shopping anytime soon are like ZERO. Less than zero even, if there is such a thing.I don't think I should have to suffer because Dutch ate dead bacon, so I suggested we do some online shopping. I

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So, just when I'd almost convinced my human to let me spend my supermodeling money on massive amounts of bacon, we had a little SNAFU here at Casa de Puglet.A little SNAFU called Rancid Bacon Grease.Uhm, yeah. If you've never heard of Rancid Bacon Grease, I guess it's bacon's evil twin or something. And I mean EVIL.We found a great big yogurt container full of it on our neighbor's porch.

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The radio man said today is a federal holiday to celebrate Martin Luther King. So I told my human we should honor Dr. King's fight for freedom by turning off the stupid computer and running free on the beach for a little while.It's warm, sunny and my human's brain is jello - so she actually said yes. Here's proof I saw the light of day AND that I can catch (or at least run with) a tennis ball in

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The DP has been so lame lately, I'm extrasuper-excited to tell you about yesterday's supermodeling adventure!Ok. So, the first surprise came when I walked in and other dogs were there. With Frank out of the picture, I kinda thought it was going to be all about me. But none of them were pug-cute and most were barky and whining, so it wasn't a huge deal. Total amateurs.The photoshoot people could

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Holy freaking SPAM. You're not going to believe what the big surprise is. OK, ready? I am about to become a supermodel. Like, for real. Like, someone is paying me - with money AND cookies - to pose for a camera that isn't Nikon.Uh huh.And I won't just be posing - I'll be posing with food. And by posing, I mean eating. Because I guess the ad or whatever I'll be starring in is for dog food. How

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Hey everybody! We actually got to see the sun today. Like, outside. My human woke up crazy early (again) to stare at HAL4, so I figured me and Dutch would be sitting around doing nothing all day (again). But then the sun came up and my human said her brain needed air, so we headed over to see the cows.I ate pies, Dutch ate grass and my human's brain got air and sunshine. We saw supernice Bill (of

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Hey everybody! Big Thing #2 happened this morning so I'm one paw closer to having my human back. Right now she's giving pugs their numbers and if I breathe too loud she's totally going to screw it up. Dutch farted and almost ruined everything!If anyone here is waiting for their number or needs to fix their appointment or anything, HAL4 and the thumbs are working on it now.Even though we took

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Well, almost kinda sort of reunited. My human (and her thumbs) are trying really really hard to keep 1kpugs email under control AND finish the last of some kickstarter thing. No idea. But I do know it involves a video that I actually got to be in.I also know my human didn't go to sleep last night (again). I heard her tell Bellatrix's mom she's too old for this kinda thing. But I also heard her

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Y'know how yesterday was the day something big was going to so I could finally get my human and her thumbs back? Well, things did not exactly go as planned. At all.It started at like midnight the night before when my human was doing something with 1000 Pugs. First she kinda yelled at HAL4, unplugged a bunch of wires, then kinda yelled some more. Then she talked to some dude on the phone... then

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-7507515519742532662012-01-05T09:30:00.000-08:002012-01-05T09:49:25.895-08:00

Jimmy marathonI seriously think my human has completely forgotten about me. Last night I Jimmy'd for like 10 minutes straight ON TOP OF the stupid 1000 Dogs book - and she didn't even notice!I am kinda sad, but feel SO much better knowing you guys are here. I had no idea other people's humans go away for EIGHT whole hours every day. Mine stares at HAL4 at least that much - which is totally

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-58471383383660359412012-01-04T08:15:00.000-08:002012-01-04T08:19:20.292-08:00

'Polaroid Jimmy' by Jeff BallingerI'm kinda starting to think I need a new human. Because I'm starting to wonder if mine loves me anymore. We haven't hiked with the cows or done anything fun in I don't know how long, she barely ever lets me play with Nikon, and she missed TWO entire days of Daily Puglet in the last week. That only ever happens is when she's sick and she is totally not sick.She

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Hey everybody! Happy day #2 of of 2012. Things here at Casa de Puglet have been a little boring and a lot insane. Insanely busy for my human and a little boring for me and Dutch. Probably more like a lot boring for Dutch.I don't know too many details, but I'm pretty sure it has everything to do with the other 999 pugs who aren't me. There's a video involved. It's not about me, but I got to be in

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-45593990370481410952011-12-29T14:27:00.000-08:002011-12-29T14:37:31.015-08:00

Huh? Does this mean I might get my human to start eating bacon?? Or maybe give me bacon instead of carrots for my nightly snack?

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-83625230277872073102011-12-28T08:10:00.000-08:002011-12-28T08:10:27.702-08:00

I know Puglet is going to make fun of me for this. But I don't care. He loves bacon and has back fat. I have a skinny neck and a love for pink. Is that so wrong?I don't think so. And neither does Suki. Because she sent me the most amazingly wrapped Christmas gift with this most adorable bit of pinkness inside. It can be worn as a scarf to keep out the chill and will make a fabulous headband in

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-49654569752557232992011-12-27T08:17:00.000-08:002011-12-27T08:44:04.239-08:00

So, I know everyone's been wondering if the bacon grew back on my tree. Well, it didn't. And I was kinda disappointed when I woke up Christmas morning and there wasn't any bacon hanging on it. I even tried to convince my human that Frank or Dutch must have eaten it all so she'd do something to fix the problem, but she totally didn't buy it. "Today is all about what's under the tree", she said.Oh.

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-26376257524675254982011-12-26T06:45:00.000-08:002011-12-26T07:19:42.211-08:00

Hey everybody! Google, the NPR radio dude and Bellatrix's mom said because Christmas happened on a Sunday, the observed holiday is today. I don't know what that means, exactly, but I think it means the world gets the day off. I'm kinda tired from Christmas, so I think I'm going to observe today too. With a nap. But I'll be back tomorrow to tell you all about my very bacon-y Christmas. I hope

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My human will probably try to blame me for the lateness of today's post. She'll say something like I was being a little creep and refused to pose with Frank for a picture. And she'll probably deny ever saying that Frank is cuter than I am (much cuter) even though she's totally said that. Outloud. More than once.Whatever. I'm here now. And I'm posing with Frank. And I'm even dressed in a goofy

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-88107940501557571492011-12-22T08:30:00.000-08:002011-12-22T08:31:39.027-08:00

I love my man Frank. I do. He's an awesome face-wrestler and way more fun than Dutch in about a million different ways. I've also noticed that humans go extra-nuts over two pugs walking together down the street. Trouble is... well... just look at today's picture. Seriously?Not only did Frank hijack my signature move, but he looks like *that* when he does it. Yeah. I think maybe that nose fold

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-71933841299999804312011-12-21T08:30:00.000-08:002011-12-21T08:31:31.106-08:00

Yesterday my human said she had a surprise for me. The bacon still hasn't grown back on my tree, so I asked if the surprise was eatable. Not really, she said.ME: What do you mean not really?HUMAN: I mean you *could* eat it, but you wouldn't want to.ME: You mean like green beans?HUMAN: Uhm, yeah. Just like green beans.We went to the beach to show my friend Tiffy's mom the ocean. No surprise there.

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-31756502228801368082011-12-20T09:30:00.000-08:002011-12-20T09:32:41.403-08:00

Not only was there snow in Google's front yard, there were also giant sculptures. Giant food sculptures. Seriously. I'm talking a donut bigger than Mazda and fro-yo taller than my human. And she's like freakishly tall.I don't know if the sculptures are always there, or if Google put them out just for me. But I'm 100% sure they are the coolest non-eatable eatables on earth. My human was so excited

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-10505471979654904872011-12-19T08:45:00.000-08:002011-12-19T08:50:24.965-08:00

So, remember how I said last Thursday was one of the best days of my whole entire life? Well, it was. Because when I woke up that morning my human said we'd be going someplace really special. Like, REALLY special.We were going to visit Google.I've known Google since I was a puppy and even though we talk all the time online, we'd never met. I've never met most of you either, so I guess the

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-14005985368961146782011-12-16T08:00:00.000-08:002011-12-17T12:51:52.249-08:00

Yesterday was one of the best days of my whole entire life. First my human took me on the most ridiculously awesome adventure ever (I'll tell you about that Monday.. and probably Tuesday too). Then when we came home, there was a box at our door. And not a mysterious amazon box either... a FRAGILE LIVE PLANT box. With my name on it!Uh huh. My friends Noodle and Mochi knew my human was never going

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-88760827127484883682011-12-15T07:15:00.000-08:002011-12-15T07:20:09.977-08:00

So, I finally got my human and her thumbs to open the giant box from amazon. And it didn't have a tree in it at all - just some stupid UFO looking thing that's supposed to keep my human from hibernating or something.My human was excited, but I wasn't. I mean, I'm glad amazon sent her the UFO light, but that still meant no tree for me. We went for a hike so my human's brain could breathe and there

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-84083427050253457302011-12-14T07:45:00.000-08:002011-12-14T07:45:00.772-08:00

11 days, still no pug tree. But the UPS man did bring us a giant box yesterday, and my friend Tiffy did get a tree-in-a-box recently. So I'm kinda wondering if there might be a tree in the box we got. If you're wondering why I'm still wondering what's inside the box, it's because my human hasn't opened it yet. She says it might be a Christmas present and refuses to open it until she knows for

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-51935983771086918672011-12-13T07:45:00.000-08:002011-12-13T07:45:00.681-08:00

It's 12 days until Christmas and I still don't have a pug tree. But I did have my picture taken with Santa. Sort of.Our favorite Pug Rescue Lady was showing off some adoptable pugs on Sunday so my human thought it would be cool to say hi and meet the pugs. After three days of napping and Bravo ladies, I didn't care what we did. I love the PRL and meeting pugs sounded really fun. So we ended up

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-70712931405861860762011-12-12T08:15:00.000-08:002011-12-12T08:17:30.118-08:00

Hey everybody! Huge thanks for sending human-juju our way. My human's bug-flu thing is gone, the napping and the screaming Bravo ladies are over and we even got to do something fun yesterday. We still don't have a tree OR eatable ornaments, but promises have been made.Life is good.Before I do or say anything else this week, my human says I have to announce some 1000 Pugs stuff so you get the

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-61309190639503651902011-12-09T13:30:00.000-08:002011-12-09T14:07:46.206-08:00

See what's happening in today's picture? Well, that's just about all we have going on here at Casa de Puglet. I guess my human has some sort of bug in her belly that's making her sick, so yesterday and today has mostly been about naps, tea and puking.I kinda like snuggling, and napping was cool for a little while. But a guy can only take so many naps, y'know? So I asked my human to turn on the

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-91843581124149854942011-12-08T11:01:00.000-08:002011-12-08T11:30:20.392-08:00

So, we still don't have a pug tree. But we did go for a really awesome cow hike yesterday. We helped a lost baby cow find the momma cows, my human unplugged her brain for a few hours, and Dutch didn't implode from fear of cows.Oh, and there were loads of fresh pies to eat. Good times!Reunited.My human PROMISES we'll have a pug-tree *with* eatable ornaments before New Year's, but I'll believe that

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-23200874834994968682011-12-07T09:00:00.000-08:002011-12-07T09:00:26.546-08:00

Even though this is what I see during most of our hikes, I love hiking. Especially when we hike where the cows live.My human's gimpy brain is tired and needs oxygen, so we're heading over to hike with cows this morning. It's baby-cow season so I'm excited about pies, and extra-excited because we recently got this email update from the awesome Bill+Susan who posted signs to help Daisy the stray

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-69359837258925231602011-12-06T08:00:00.000-08:002011-12-06T08:12:01.456-08:00

Before I tell you what's inside this box I had to wait THREE WHOLE DAYS to open, my human says I have to let Dutch announce the winner of his SYOP. So here's Dutch. I told him to be quick.Hello everyone!It was not easy to pick a winner for the Dutch-SYOP. I am not a fan of the creepy camera eye and think every dog should be rewarded for having their soul stolen. Picking out a prize was not easy

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-17758995508611177932011-12-05T07:45:00.000-08:002011-12-05T07:49:33.061-08:00

Remember last year when my human made me wear deer ears for the entire month of December? Well, I do. And yesterday I had total flashbacks when she stuck this thing on my head and starting taking pictures. I was afraid it might be the start of month-long holiday humiliation, 2011. But I guess she just needed pictures for the December SYOP announcement. And I was totally cool with that until she

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-16920797525695455192011-12-02T07:15:00.000-08:002011-12-02T07:18:57.080-08:00

Big fat thank you for giving Lebowski a name! Seeing how gaga everyone went over the dude's big black self, I know it won't take long for him to find new+improved humans.OK, now back to me. Because yesterday we finally got to do something cool. Yup. Time for the annual trip to visit the trees at Delancey Street. If this is your first tree-holiday with us, Delancey Street isn't really a street.

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-66912637891889689282011-12-01T08:45:00.000-08:002011-12-01T12:22:52.108-08:00

So, we didn't get to do anything with trees yesterday. Suddenly my human had more 'important' things to do. Things that made her leave us for like half the day. Things that made her come home smelling like other dogs.Things like this:Yeah. And I was seriously ready to freak out about it even though I'm supposed to be an ambassador or whatever... until my human told me she'd been down at Pug Mecca

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-43701432356903981462011-11-30T08:07:00.000-08:002011-11-30T08:07:24.575-08:00

My human says I need to say huge thanks for all the 1000 Pug ideas. So huge thanks. There, I said it. Now let's talk about something more important. Like me. Just kidding.But I think we all totally need a break from the 999 pugsanity, right? And Dutch needs a tiny bit of Juju. I guess his birthday bloodwork came back and everything was OK except for something called thyroid and that was low. My

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somebody still loves meI hope everyone is still warm and fuzzy from yesterday, because today I'm being forced (again) to talk about 1000 Pugs. I guess my human has some sort of dilemma she needs help with and thinks the you in you/we/us can totally help. I think you/we/us are pretty awesome, so I can't really argue with her or anything.So. The problem. When my human did the 1000 Pug mock

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photo of us by Tamara WatsonI hope everyone had an awesome Thanksgiving, full of pie and turkey and more pie! If you didn't get to eat any turkey or pie, check out these SYOP pictures of the lucky pugs who did.My human says the holidays aren't just about food. Or shopping. Or those weird leafless trees they just started selling on like every corner. She hasn't exactly told me what else holidays

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Turkey Neck EnvyI hope everyone had an awesome Thanksgiving. And if you live in Canada or Poland or Germany, I hope you still got to eat something tasty so your human could take a picture of you for the SYO- contest.Today's photo is from Shelley (human of Chloe, Camille, Layla, Sugar, and Pill). Since I live in the city with a human who swears carrots are dog treats, I'll let Shelly explain

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Happy eating! Licks + Pie,Puglet and Dutch* * *PS: Don't forget to shoot your pug! And your non-pug too :)

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I think you are all quite aware about my feelings for Nikon. But if you don't know, that soul-stealing box with the creepy black eye freaks me out. I don't like when humans look me in the eye and humans pet me and sometimes give me food. Nikon just... stares. Although this 1000 Pugs thing sometimes makes me feel like a zero, I was very happy not to be a pug when my human came up with the idea to

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Ok, so I don't really want to talk about yesterday. Not about not being here. Not about the pink incident. And really not about my human and those other pugs. Except to show you these pictures, which will maybe make you feel bad for me just in case I have any more "moments" and need forgiveness.I mean, how can I compete with that kind of cuteness and supermodel caliber focus?? Or this Yeah.Anyway

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Hello everyone, Dutch here again. First, I must thank you for sending me the juju. My honking is almost completely gone and I'm feeling much better now. Hopefully I'll be 100% honk-free soon so we can rejoin society soon. You might be wondering why I'm here today instead of Pug. Let us just say he's having a bit of a moment. Ever since The Epiphany, he's been OK with the 1000 Pugs. He's even been

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I don't know how many of you read my friend Tiffy's blog, but I stole today's title from her. Except her post was about not leaving on a jet plane and mine is all about flying away.Don't get too excited for me though because I'm not the one who got to fly yesterday. Remember little Emi? With the sickness and the icky exploding eye? Well, she ditched the bad eye, is completely better and has a

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Before I tell you all about the secret 1k Pugs thing that nobody but us will know about until later today, I want to give a huge thanks to everyone who told their story yesterday. I've sent them to our favorite Pug Rescue Lady and she will make sure all the little voices are heard. Paws crossed someone at the rescue listens to them.Ok. Now for the secret. My human's been trying to figure out a

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Today's going to be kinda random. Not Randomizer-random, so don't get too excited. More like all over the place random.Randomness #1In case you're not a big facebook fan (like my human the social-media wimp), you have to see this cool little tag thing we posted on the 1000 Pugs page. I've been wearing it the past few days to test it out and my human says if it survives the rain tomorrow we'll

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Hello everyone. Our human made Pug give me the blog today because his honky germs made me honk too. Yesterday I had to go to the vet and she thought sharing my experience might make me feel better.My human finally broke up with our regular vet so we tried the new SPCA hospital. It's very nice, not far from our house and my human really liked them. Our Dr. lady even remembered meeting me on the

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There were 92 comments at midnight Casa de Puglet time and The Randomizer randomly decided comment #48 should be the winner of the Awkward Family Pet Photos giveaway. So congratulations Grumpy, Chunky, Barney and Bella in Plantation Florida!Please email us your address so we know where to send your new book: dailypuglet-at-gmail.comSo, normally this is where I'd pose with the winning thing

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-28348992767595046272011-11-11T08:45:00.000-08:002011-11-11T21:52:33.287-08:00

If you've been on the Daily Puglet for awhile, you've probably seen some of my more, uh, awkward moments. And I don't know why, but for some reason the dorkier the picture, the happier my human gets.I mean it's bad enough that humans make us do things like pose in front of the Grand Canyon with a red french thing on our head. Do they really have to take pictures too? Uh, I think we all know the

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Hi everybody! Huuuge thanks for the juju. I'm still honking, but feeling a lot better. I rested yesterday like I was supposed to and the little blue pills the doctor gave me stopped The Cough so we were all finally able to sleep last night. My human and her jello brain are very happy about the sleeping part.For a trip to the vet, going to Bishop Ranch wasn't too bad. I had to go in through some

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So, I think I might be done with the practicing. Because yesterday was the ultimate test and I totally passed.We were at the Post Office taking a few pictures and standing right in front of us was a poodle. Yeah. A poodle. A real live poodle.There we were: me, Nikon, my human, a bag of Omegas... and a poodle. And for a second (or ten) I thought about telling Mr. Poodle to step away from me and my

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Happy GracieSo after I practiced trying to share Nikon with Eddie McSupercute, we headed over to the Pug Rescue Lady's house to drop off Emi.PRL's house is like a pug mecca. There are 2 full-time pugs who totally would have out-cuted me in a picture, plus whatever recycled ones need a place to crash for a few nights or have no where else to go. Like Gracie. She's been staying at PRL's since the

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Even though I'm pretty much OK with the 1000 Pugs situation (except for the airplane thing) my human said I ought practice being the #1/1000 Official Spokespug. I really wasn't sure what she thought I needed to practice. I mean, I already had The Epiphany. I totally get why 1000 Pugs is cool. And as long as none of the other 999 pugs tries to steal my #1 spot, I'm fine with whatever (except the

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Hello again everyone. My human made Pug give me the blog today to make me feel better. There is no need to send juju, I'm not sick. I just feel bad inside.Ever since The Epiphany, it is nothing but pug this and pug that. It has always been Puglet, Puglet, Puglet at our house, but at least when Pug was anti-1000 I was not alone.Now, I am alone.I am not, and never will be a pug. I am not, and never

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-25437696485765438022011-11-03T09:00:00.000-07:002011-11-03T09:12:46.635-07:00

Hey everybody. Sorry for being kinda, uhm, gone the last few days. I was really confused (and unhappy and mad) about the whole 1000 Pugs thing.People always tell me I have a big heart, but I wasn't sure it was big enough to deal with 999 other pugs posing for Nikon and eating my cookies and, according to my girl Bellatrix, biting my backfat. Then I met Emi.Emi is Bellatrix's new foster-sister.

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Hello again everyone. Things are back to being weird at our house. My human said 1000 Pugs exploded her inbox but she didn't yell at HAL4 so I don't know what that means.Pug was up all night having nightmares about 1000 pugs kept eating his treats and biting his back fat. I don't have back fat, but apparently having it bitten is the stuff of nightmares.Both of them are about to leave for an

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Hello everyone. You can probably guess why Puglet is not here today. But if you can't, I will tell you. It's because he is on strike.I believe he got the idea from the Occupy people in Oakland. The NPR radio people have been speaking about them a lot and last night Pug told my human if she made the 1000 Pugs launch happen today, he would be forced to protest it. My human told Pug the website

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-86755979128134866472011-10-31T08:51:00.000-07:002011-10-31T09:10:39.332-07:00

I know I'm supposed to be all cute and dressed up today because it's Halloween but:1) my human refused to dress in a matching + equally humiliating costume2) nothing I can wear could ever be as cute as the mummy pugs 3) I'm not in the moodAnd I was totally ready to say no way to the whole Halloween thing, until my human said the word. You know the one I'm talking about. So I gave in and next

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So, the plan to drug my human with sugar totally worked. One bowl of Frankenberry and she was O-U-T. To make sure she stayed in the sugar coma, I suggested she wait until that Project Runway show to eat her bowl of Frankenberry. This season must be superboring because she always sleeps through the eliminations. Anyway. Once my human was in the Franken-coma, I sneaked into her office and hacked

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-10187627998742456722011-10-27T08:15:00.000-07:002011-10-27T08:22:24.511-07:00

Hey everybody, sorry for not being around yesterday but thanks for being nice to Dutch while I was gone. Not sure if he told you, but I've been super busy trying to get this 1000 pugs situation under control. I'm afraid the whole thing is worse than I thought. Like, way worse.I don't know exactly what I'm dealing with (yet) but I heard my human say something about +300 people signing up for the

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Hello everyone. Pug is very busy obsessing over 1000 pugs or 999 pugs or some other scary number of pugs at the moment. I believe he's working on a plot to drug our human so he can hack into the computer and do other bad things he'll get in serious trouble for doing.Since Pug is so... occupied, I suggested this might be a good day for me to finally tell you about the top 3 #1 favorite things I

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Internet, we have a problem. Well... I guess we don't have a problem. But I totally do. Because last night when my human was sleeping I broke into HAL4 and do not like what I found.Here's the deal. I haven't heard a peep about the TSS in awhile but know it hasn't gone away, so when my human fell asleep early last night I totally snooped for clues. I don't know what your human's computer looks

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-54440924317133441752011-10-24T09:00:00.000-07:002011-10-24T16:38:22.753-07:00

We get a lot of emails here at Casa de Puglet asking me to tell everyone about different products and stuff. I totally love when the mail dude brings me things, but I only say yes to:1) Things I think are cool.2) Things I think you will think are cool.3) Eatables. Never say no to an eatable.Ages ago we got an email about testing out this stuff called Snout Soother. Sounded maybe-cool, but my

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-26304301699859505962011-10-21T07:45:00.000-07:002011-10-21T07:46:46.968-07:00

Since my human has like zero attention span, one adventure usually turns into two. Or five. PugOWeen was no different.Because when all the other pugs were hanging out inside playing games and winning things, we were wandering around Marin Humane Society (the place where PugOween was happening). I'd gotten all the pizza I was ever going to get, and was afraid someone might show up with an extra

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-34597408433738908342011-10-20T12:30:00.000-07:002011-10-20T12:38:23.993-07:00

I'd show you a picture of why I'm superlate today, but my human said it's too gross to share. So let's just say I ate something I wasn't supposed to (ginormous woodchip) and was up all night feeling really sick. So sick I almost didn't eat breakfast (almost). But we went for a long walk and it finally, uh, came out.What came out = the too-gross-to-share part.I'm totally fine now though, so let's

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So you're probably wondering what happened to me and the sun yesterday. Well, we found it and it was completely awesome. And I was superexcited to tell you just how awesome it was - but on the way home we had a new delay when my human's neck stopped working.Yeah. I guess my human's gimpy brain is attached to a gimpy neck and sometimes the neck part gets stuck and hurts really really really bad.

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Summer is finally here in San Francisco. The fog is gone, the sun is out and my human stayed up crazy-late last night working on stuff so we could go out and see it. Like, at the beach with a blanket for a few hours - not just out the window or on a walk.I'll be back later today to tell you what the sun's up to...

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So, yesterday we went to some thing called Pug-O-Ween. I guess it happens every year but for some reason I never got to go before.If you're not a pug or don't know about the whole 'ween' thing, Pug-O-Ween is a costume party for pugs. I'm pretty sure 'costume party' is human code for you-will-be-forced-to-wear-silly-stuff. But parties usually mean loads of food, and Pug-O-Ween was no different.

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Hello everyone, Dutch here. You must be bored after so many days of our trip downtown. Pug thinks it was an "adventure" because it was only his second time there. But before he came, me and our human used to go there a lot so to me it is not so adventurous. Just a very busy place full of feet and strange smells.There is one downtown place I love to visit: Anthropologie. It was the first real

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After so much Urban Outfitters and Apple store excitement, I really had to pee. My human says she'll bludgeon us (no idea) if we ever pee in a store so we went in search of grass.I love downtown and all, but when it comes to grass there's not much of it. We finally found some a park-ish-but-not-very-grassy place called Union Square. We also found this really cool heart thing that is a major

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Our downtown adventure was supposed to end at Urban Outfitters. But I was having so much fun, I asked my human if we could visit some other places. It was warm and sunny so she was totally ok with that.I wasn't sure where I wanted to go, exactly. Compared to UO, most of the stores looked kinda boring.... until I saw the Apple store. AKA, House of Jobs. Y'know, as in Steve.If you've been reading

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-58876244903112757092011-10-11T00:04:00.000-07:002011-10-11T12:10:23.395-07:00

Our Superfun downtown adventure started when my human decided she had to have one of those Pugs Not Drugs t-shirts. They're really cool, so when she found out Urban Outfitters sells them, we headed downtown to buy one.Dutch wanted to come, so I didn't get to ride on the subway train this time. But I did get to pose on the trolley thing and I also learned that 'downtown' by car is like 4 minutes

THE PUGLEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14795474081471390586noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831973523430732234.post-50575904766188181962011-10-10T09:00:00.000-07:002011-10-10T13:42:30.155-07:00

We had some superfun adventures this weekend and that means it's going to be a superfun week for you here on the DP. Today's picture is a clue of how it all started.But before Superfun Week starts, there's some stuff from last week to fill you in on. Warning: not all of it is Superfun. GRACIELittle foster Gracie's c-word has been eating up the juju faster than you can send it. Our favorite PRL (

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Ok. Before I say anything about anything I just have to say how awesome it was to hear from everyone yesterday. And when I say awesome, I mean like bacon awesome. Seriously.I asked my human if she could print out all your comments and hang them on the wall above my dog bed so I can read them over and over again. She said she'd think about it; Dutch said my head would get huge, explode and make a

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Dutch was going to tell you about his two #1 favorite things from the Ginormous Canadian Box today, but he's still totally freaked out about yesterday's near-death lion encounter. And even though Frank is in today's picture, he went home last night and can't be the blog either.I know I had a bunch of stuff to tell you about, but my human's gimpy brain must be contagious or something because I

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I figured you might need a day or two to digest the Ginormous Canadian Box, so today I was going to tell you all about the crazy rain storms we're having (and how crazy it is that rain is back so soon). But when I woke up this morning the skies were totally blue so we headed straight to the beach.Good thing for you we did too, because what happened at the beach is way more exciting than weather.

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Ready to see what came in the Ginormous Canadian Box? I know you are! But first, a great big huge fat thank you to Ollie the Canadian beagle for sending us such a ridiculously awesome surprise. Oh. And if you don't like cookies, you might as well leave now because today it's all about the cookies. Not that the Ginormous Canadian Box (GCB) wasn't full of other good stuff (it totally was!!) but my

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So, last Thursday me and Dutch got a little pink notice thingy from the postal dude. Pink notices are the best mail ever because it means someone sent us something that's too big to fit thought the hole in our door.LOVE getting pink notices.Well, mostly love. Because pink notices also mean the postal people won't let us have our stuff until after 11am the next day. Total torture when you're

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I don't want to make anyone sad two days in a row, but there's a serious juju situation happening.Last night I heard my human on the phone with the Pug Rescue Lady. I guess one of the pugs I met at Dutch's Big 8 beach party (yeah, we're still pretending it the party was for him) hasn't been feeling well. I called her Red Harness but her name is really Gracie.I don't know all the details, but when

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This morning we found Swedish doing the Big Float. He'd been acting a little weird lately, hiding in the rocks and stuff instead of hanging out with Meatball like he usually does. Swedish was eating so my human didn't think he was sick (not eating = sick here at Casa de Puglet). It's been super hot this week, so maybe his water got too tropical...It made me sad to say goodbye, but Swedish will

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So I broke into HAL4 last night to look for more Top Secret Stuff clues. I found a bunch of pictures from the weekend, but still have no idea what it's all about.Like this dude in the mask. We met him in the mural alley when my human was taking TSS pictures and video of Dutch and Frank. He was painting a new picture and was totally cool about letting us invade the space he was working on. My

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In one corner, wearing skull + crossbones, we have me. A lean, mean carrot eating machine. In the other corner there's Frank, wearing my harness with planes and stuff on it. Frank likes carrots and can be kinda mean to bikes and stuff with wheels, but he's not exactly lean.Our combined weight is 49.9 lbs. The big question is: who weighs more and who weighs what? Be the first to guess each of

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Have you ever done something really bad and blamed it on someone else? Well, yesterday I did. Or at least I tried to, but I totally got caught. And now I'm in major trouble and kinda feel really bad about it.It happened yesterday. My human was filming more Top Secret Stuff and I got stuck in the car for most of it - again. I was kinda mad about this and also super bored and slightly hungry, so I

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Well. I did find out more about the Top Secret Stuff. But first I have to say HUGE thanks for coming up with so many awesome pug names yesterday. The rescue people will be so excited when they see the list.Since my name is so lame, I asked my human if she could give me a new one. Not instead of Puglet or Pug or anything, but one that goes after it. Y'know, like a middle name. She said ok so now

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So, the good news is Frank is back. And that's SUPERGOOD news because we all know he's way more fun than Dutch. The bad news is he's here because my human is working on more Top Secret Stuff today and apparently Frank is practically the star of it.You heard me. Frank is practically the star.I tried to get some info out of him last night when we were face wrestling, but he pulled a Dutch and

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I could spend the rest of the week telling you about all the things Dutch got for turning 8. But there's something way more important I want to talk about instead. Her name is Daisy, she's lost and is kinda starving.We saw signs about Daisy last weekend where we parked our car for the cow hike. Some ridiculously nice people named Susan + Bill made sort of treasure map so people can help look for

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Dutch was starting to get a big head from all the nice things you all were saying about him so I'm back to tell you about his Big 8 beach party celebration.But first there's one big and very secret thing you need to know about Dutch's Big 8 beach party: it wasn't really a party for Dutch. It was a pugfest that just so happened to be the same weekend as his big day so he thought everyone was there

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Hello everybody! Pug said I could tell you how I celebrated my Big 8th birthday. 'Year of the Pink' is what he calls it. Yes, I know he is mocking me but I don't care.It amuses me that Pug likes to make fun of pink, but got very excited when I asked my human if we could please go to the PINK cupcake store to get bite-sized cakes for my birthday. He became even more excited when she said yes. The

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Before I start talking about me, I want to thank everyone who raffled to support Pacific Pug Rescue. And I want to extra-thank Ollie the Canadian Beagle + Jasper and Megan from Maine + anyone else who raffled AND gave their ticket to me. I mean us. I mean Dutch... for his birthday. You're the best!On Monday I'll let Dutch tell you all about his birthday, so today let's just talk about me.

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I've been so worried/obsessed about the Top Secret Stuff, I almost totally forgot that Dutch turns 8 on Saturday. The only reason I remembered is I overheard my human talking to the vet this morning about getting Dutch bloodwork or something for his birthday.Birthday bloodwork? Seriously? I don't know about you, but I think a trip to the vet has to be the worst birthday present ever. I tried

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Since we didn't get very far trying to figure out the Top Secret Stuff (TSS) yesterday, today I tried some other, more - uhm, aggressive tactics.My original plan was to go on a hunger strike. Y'know, refuse to eat until my human spilled the beans. But when breakfast came and my bowl was full of food it was really really really hard not to eat it. So... the hunger strike lasted about 30 seconds.

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You will probably notice that there are no pictures of me today. That's because the Top Secret Stuff my human is working on isn't really about me. I guess I'm part of it, but not the biggest part and whatever part I have hasn't really happened yet.Kinda sucks.Still, you all must be dying to know what the Top Secret Stuff is. I know I totally am. I didn't get to see much of it, but I do have some

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I'm kind of a little tired today from the weekend. First we were crazy busy with more top secret stuff, then last night me & my human stayed up late to watch 9/11 on the History channel. Neither one of us had seen much TV from that day and it was very very VERY sad. Heartbreaking, my human says.The whole thing was so supersad, but one thing that made me really supersad was seeing all the firemen

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