ACCIDENTAL EXCITEMENT

Yesterday we FINALLY had some excitement. Like, real excitement. It happened by accident on the way to the beach when we had to take a detour because of some running thing. And because my human's a spaz (and had to pee) we accidentally ended up at some place called Fisherman's Wharf.  

Fish Wharf is like the opposite of Ernie because there aren't really any dogs there. Like, zero dogs. My human says it's because everyone who goes to Fish Wharf is either on vacation or taking a boat to Alcatraz (or both). All I know is it's suuuuuper easy it is to look cute when there's no other cuteness around.

Seriously. All I had to do was breathe and people would awww. And if I did something even kinda cute? Out came the Nikons and Canons and phones. No joke. I posed with dudes from Japan. Ladies from Brazil. A baby from Israel. And about a million little humans like this one from Los Angeles:

Whenever someone had a phone like Steve, Dutch would bust out his "signature maneuver" and start hogging the camera posing for pictures too. 

I can signature maneuver too!

My human wonders how many of these people are going to look at their vacation pictures later on and wonder why they have pictures of someone else's dogs. Of course she is just being stupid. We, or at least me, are *way* more rememberable than a stupid orange bridge or any of the other San Francisco stuff people on vacation take pictures of. 

Right?

DUTCH FRIDAY: french for sourdough

Hello everybody! I'm sooooo sorry I missed you last week. Our human lost Friday and by the time she found it, it was Sunday and I didn't think anyone would be here.

:(

Anyhoo. Spring is here and I am happy. Warm sun. Luscious green grass. I hope cold foggy summer never comes! The weather people say it's colder than a San Francisco summer in some places, so if you live in one of them here's something nice toasty to think about:

Ahhhhh. The only thing better than fresh spring grass is fresh baked bread! I found it on the way home from the farmer's market the other day. 

The nice bread man's name was Zachary and he let me have a sample of something called levain. Google says that's French for sourdough, but I say it's Dutch for faaaaabulous! 

I was *very* tempted to pull a Pug and breathe all over the levain so my human would have to buy it, but unlike Pug I have manners. So I sat. And waited. And stared politely at Zachary, his bread and the little bowl of butter (!). 

When a lady on a bike wanted a sample of Zachary's levain, of course I moved out of her way. But I did not take my eyes off the fresh baked goodness. Or the bowl of butter.

After a few long minutes of staring, my human said it was time to go. She apologized to Zachary and his levain for being gluten-free and promised me I'd get an extra cookie when we got home...

Until next week, 

Dutch
xoxo

GREEN, LEAFY AND NOT A PUPPY

So yesterday my human says to me, Hey Pug, want to do something exciting? Uhm. Remember what happened last time she said this? I ended up getting ignored because of a puppy. Not so exciting. 

ME: will Ernie be there?

HUMAN: no, he still doesn't have all his shots.

ME: will there be ANY puppies?

HUMAN: not making any promises.

I really didn't like the sound of that. But I was superbored and figured I might score a guilt cookie if we ran into any puppies. And I had to pee.

A few blocks later, we were at the farmer's market. It hasn't been around in awhile so I guess that's kinda exciting. At least when you're superbored. 

It almost got exciting when I heard someone say BACON, until I found out they were really talking about something called BOK-CHOY. Don't worry, I didn't know what it was either. It's green, leafy and less exciting than a puppy.

The produce police didn't like me breathing on the Bok stuff and my human got in trouble for letting me get so close to the vegetables. Like I was really going to eat them!?! 

Of course she felt really bad and bought the bundle of Bok my foot kinda almost touched. If anyone knows what to do with Bok, please let us know. Pretty sure my human will be eating it for days. Maybe even weeks.

Imagine if my foot kinda almost touched bacon!?!

SIGNATURE MANEUVER?

I can signature maneuver too.

Not sure if you've noticed, but ever since Dutch fell in love with my human's new phone Steve, he's become a total camera hog. Seriously. Like you can just wake up one day and be a supermodel.

Yesterday morning we were out for our walk and he started posing with painted stuff on the sidewalk. He does this thing where he puts one foot on the painted part, and just stands there like he owns it or something. Says it's his "signature maneuver". I say it makes going for a walk kinda hard.

My human says I need to be nice and let Dutch explore his inner model. And I guess if he thinks just standing there is a signature move, I don't have to worry about him out-modeling me. But still. Even though I'd never set foot on a girly looking heart, sometimes sharing kinda sucks.

ALMOST WORDLESS: uggs

stray UGGS

What's warm and fuzzy and rhymes with Pug? Uggs! Ugg? Whatever.