Pugalicious

We used to have a wonderful Chinese pug named Katy. She first belonged to Jen, but I fed and bathed her and took her to the vet. So when Jen went to college the dog stayed with us. I loved that little dog and I miss her.

Her tail was a cinnamon roll. Her eyes were very bulgy. Her mouth was bigger than my hand. She constantly snorted and made noise. She was very entertaining.

I look at the picture of the pug puppies on this page and I would really like to have another one. (Actually I would like to have her back.)

Our little Riley is a wonderful little guy. I guess I want him and a pug. We need a lot more room, though.

Cannon Ball

We should have named our dog Cannon Ball. When I am sitting in the armchair at the end of the hall, Riley runs at full tilt, hits the floor about 3-4 feet from the chair, hits the arm of the chair, and then hits me. I am often grimacing with fear of being murdered as he runs at me. He is quite the little character.

At night when it's time for Riley to go to bed, he doesn't want to. He gets a little bit pouty and I have to pick him up and gently place him in the wire kennel. Then he sleeps all night with only a tiny bit of whining sometimes. Lately when I get up at about 4:45, I just leave him in the kennel until I'm ready to let him go outside to visit with nature. He just continues to lie down and try to sleep.

This new dog has added some spice to our existence. We are trying to learn what he wants us to do, but we are not very fast learners.

A New Dog

We are getting a dog! It's a fairly large chihuahua mixed with something else. It's red with eyes that are the same color as his fur. My husband and I picked him out on Saturday, but then we couldn't buy him because we didn't have a note from our duplex owner saying we could have a dog in the house. We received that note today by fax and now we are getting the dog.

Tomorrow afternoon we are going to pick him up after he has been "fixed." He will be pretty uncomfortable for a while. We have church on Thursday night, so we won't be home with him in the evening. Our son will be here, so that will be good. Then the next day we all will be gone to work. I wish we could have gotten him Friday evening, but that didn't work out.

He's very cute. We really didn't get to spend much time with him, but I think he has a good personality. He's an adult dog--it seems like he was about three years old. Our lives will change. It makes me a little nervous. (;>

A Dog's Life

We sometimes comment on a dog's life and what a great life it would be. Here are some good things about a dog's life: no need to work to get fed; a lot of attention and petting; playing; being uninhibited; enjoying almost everything; no bills; no worry.

Here are some bad things: no satisfying work; no power to decide; no other food than food supplied by owner; sometimes torturous treatment; limited horizons.

Some other things: can't read, can't know God, can't eat what he wants; can't go anywhere; can't get away from people.

I think overall I like being a person instead of a dog. But there are definitely some things I like about a dog's life.