Life is still on hold because of the foot, so I don't have any new adventures to talk about. And this got me thinking... you know what I really like best about this whole blogging thing? Hearing from otherpugs. I know lots of pugs in my neighborhood, but I never knew there were so many of us out there.
And I've noticed something about us pugs - we all have cool names. Ok, maybe my name isn't so cool. But everywhere I go, people know exactly what to call me. It works. I've heard lots of people ask my human if my name is really Pug, but I usually don't stick around to hear what she says. Thanks to my gimpy foot play-restrictions, I finally heard the full story yesterday at the park.
I'm a little fuzzy on some of the details, but for some reason, my human thought someone else would give me a "real name". So she just called me Puglet because back then I was a little pug. No one else ever gave me a different name, so I stayed Puglet. Except I've kinda outgrown the 'let' part -- so a lot of times it's just Pug, Puggers, or Pugaroo. Pretty much anything that starts with Pug.
I'd never really thought about it, but I guess a lot of names have stories behind them.
Like Rosie who comments here sometimes; she is Rosie because her human missed their sleeping dog, Daisy. A pug in my neighborhood is named Cartman because, well, he kinda looks like the kid from the South Park cartoon. Brother Dutch got his name because he was born in some place called The Netherlands. Don't ask me how that works. Does anyone else here know the story behind their name?I'm all curious now to hear how humans come up with this stuff.
My human said I can't go anywhere or do anything fun because of the gimpy foot. I told her that makes for a pretty boring Daily Puglet, but couldn't get her to bend the rules.
Since you've already seen me elevate and stare at the camera looking bored... today I have a video of me doing nothing. Ok, slightly more than nothing. But not by much. This is how me and Brother Dutch play. Dutch is kind of a wimp so I have to be real gentle and pretend like he's winning. We do this everyday for about 2 minutes - gimpy foot or no gimpy foot.
Everything was going great... On saturday, I went for a five mile hike over where the cows live. Sunday morning we went to the beach. Yesterday afternoon was Pug Sunday and I ran around like a wild pug for about an hour... until my foot went bad. Then I just stood next to my human and waited to leave.
Brother Dutch was having such a good time, we stayed a little while longer to let him play. I did my best to elevate. It wasn't much fun, but I'm really glad we stayed because my friend Ody showed up. I'd never met Ody before - we only know each other by blog - so it was so cool to finally smell his butt.
Meeting Ody made me super-bummed about the bad foot though. I've wanted to play with Ody for a reeeally long time. Y'see, Ody had leg surgery a few months ago and had to take some time off to recover. Now that he's all healed up and ready to play, I'm out of commission with a stupid case of gimpy foot.
Even though I couldn't play, it was still cool to meet Ody & his humans. His dad even carried me back to our car (note: being carried down the street by a man isn't nearly as bad as being carried down the street by your MOM). I got the frozen peas/baby aspirin treatment as soon as we got home and I've been trying to elevate. Problem seems to be in the toes.
It's almost time for the big Hansen's contest vote-off and I'm a little nervous but super-excited about my chance to win The Grand Prize.
My human said she couldn't have taken our winning photo without [quote] my ridiculous level of cooperation, so she's giving me a share of the big prize if we win. She just bought me like a year's supply of Pirate's Booty as a thank you, and since I'm only allowed to eat so much food, I've been trying to think of ways to spend my share of the winnings.
I finally came up with a plan: I will donate my share of the prize money to help homeless pugs. Sometimes I feel kinda guilty that my human had to stop fostering dogs when I came along and I don't think The Grand Prize is enough to buy a new apartment that doesn't have a 2 dog limit... so I figure helping our local pug rescue (pugPROS) is the next best idea.
There are aren't any judges in the final round - whoever gets the most votes wins. So now I need your help more than ever! My human and her friends are asking everyone they know (and lots of people they don't) to click for me when the voting starts on Monday.Please please pleeeeeeease keep voting and tell all your friends to vote for me too.
Voting runs Oct 5th - 11th. Here's a link to the final gallery:
So yesterday I hung out with my spotted friend Miley. Y'know, the one who knows a mule and is always full of good ideas?
Well, Miley feels bad for getting my hopes up about flying (twice) and is determined to get me off the ground. She's really nice like that (and I think maybe a little stubborn too). Anyway. When we met up at the lake to go swimming, she was all excited about her new idea to help me fly. Let's call it Plan X.
Miley figured out that a bunch of balloons just isn't enough to get my [quote] fat pug butt off the ground, but by adding the floaty thing that makes me lighter in water and something wing-like, I might be light enough to take off. So Plan X went something like this: wings + balloon + the vesty thing that makes me float in water = me being able to fly. Sounds good, right?
The humans thought Miley's idea was pretty funny. Brothers Dutch & Boka thought it sounded scary. I just want to fly and am willing to try anything that won't hurt me. The humans agreed Plan X wasn't dangerous and gave our latest experiment the green light. We attached a pair of balloon butterfly wings Miley brought to my floaty vest, and I even climbed up on a rock to get closer to the sky.Ok, so Plan X didn't exactly work. I didn't fly, but I did scare the bejeezus out of brother Dutch and the wings were kinda cool and super-fun to swim in.Knowing Miley, she'll have another idea soon.
Life is still on hold because of the foot, so I don't have any new adventures to talk about. And this got me thinking... you know what I really like best about this whole blogging thing? Hearing from other pugs. I know lots of pugs in my neighborhood, but I never knew there were so many of us out there. 
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