All I’m Asking for is a Little Respect

Just when I thought all of my trips to the vet were over, I found out I was scheduled to visit my Cape doctor over Christmas. My summer on the Cape was filled with quite a few medical emergencies, and while my vet there is an okay guy, quite frankly I’ve had my fill of his “invasive” procedures in my dude area. Without getting into graphic details, let me just say that the emergency operation I underwent this summer involved some rearranging of certain conduits in that area.  I’m fine and enjoying myself but Mom felt there was some swelling that needed a little lookie. Now, I knew from Grandma that the staff at the hospital had a very big Christmas cookie saved for me so I was psyched. I couldn’t imagine that the good doctor was going to go through all of the probing, poking, and exposing of last summer so I was fighting mad, to say the least, when he started up that business again.  Then I was informed my toenails had to be clipped! As any pug knows, toenail clipping is up there with neutering on the pain chart. I let them know that my cookie better be as big as a gingerbread house and it needed to come fast! Because I’m a dude I put up a brave front,  but when I heard Dr. M. refer to my recent medical debacle as “Tales of Ragged Dick” I knew I had to get out of there. There is only so much indignity a dude can endure! 

At any rate, dear reader, I am showing you the feast Lizzard and I enjoyed on Christmas night…not too shabby, right? And yes, ladies, I am fine!

 

Respectfully submitted,

 

Mason

Aren't we polite?

 

Idle Paws Are The Devil’s Playthings

You know, it seemed like a good idea at the time but in hindsight maybe I’ve created a monster…I’m talking about little Miss Innocent, Lizzie. Oh, she seemed good as gold, pure as the driven snow when she first came to us, and I guess the little devil sitting on my right shoulder whispered into my ear, “Just do it!” It started after we returned from the Cape and the hours we were left alone in the apartment began to weigh heavily upon us. I thought it would be really funny if Lizzie did something naughty, instead of it always being me. Who knew that rotund little Pug had it in her? Who knew she would be so susceptible to my suggestions? She flung her bullet shaped body at the kitchen garbage can and sent trash flying everywhere! Mom and Dad did not like that at all, and somehow they knew she did it. It took my crafty grandma one visit to fix the problem. She just lifted the garbage onto the counter before leaving the apartment. Simple, right? End of fun and seeing Lizzie get yelled at…except for this Wednesday night when my parents rushed out to a party, forgetting to pick it up…Returning home at 1:30 AM, a little tipsy and tired, they were greeted with one of the most disgusting trash tosses of all times…eggshells that we had sucked out, banana peels, coffee grounds, empty yoghurt containers…need I continue? But now they’re thinking Lizzie is pretty cute and clever, so again I am foiled! I did hear them talk about installing a “nanny cam.” At least we leave for Connecticut on Friday, where there is sure to be an abundance of food and outdoor time…

 

Respectfully submitted,

 

Mason   December 18, 2008

P.S. I put a couple of photos up that have nothing to do with Lizzie’s escapades…we just look cute and you can she what a shifty character my sister is, lounging on her sheepskin!

Cookies, Candy, and Cake oh my!

First of all, I need to get something off my chest…my parents forgot to get us dog food this week so yesterday for breakfast my dad smashed up dog treats and mixed them with sweet potatoes, which should have made me angry but didn’t because it was really good. For dinner that night, Mom made oatmeal, sweet potatoes, and eggs…SWEET! Today they are getting us our dog kibbles so no more special meals…speaking of which reminds me of a wonderful summer memory…clamming with Mom and Grandpa. We would go out on Grandpa’s boat, anchor off a little spit of land, and then stand in the low tide, digging for these succulent little morsels. Lizzie wasn’t too keen about the whole thing since she was new to it, but I’ve been doing it for years and know the sweet reward. I’ve thrown in a couple of photos so you can see for yourselves…a warm memory for a cold day.

Respectfully submitted,

Mason  12/13/08

New pug on the blog

Since I’m new to blogging, please bear with me; I am a pug after all. My name is Mason and I’ve been told that I am exceptionally handsome. I’ll let  you be the judge. I’m not really interested in appearance unless it gets me food, which is the alpha and omega of my existence. 

Let me give you some basics about myself and then I can move into more interesting stuff. I live in Manhattan with my “sister” (she isn’t even related) Lizzie…another pug,  but of questionable lineage. She came to us significantly overweight and could barely navigate the streets of Lower Manhattan, where we live. She is okay, as far as females go, but lately she has been cutting into my food acquisition ploys…not cool at all.

My mom is a total knockout, and I guess you could say my dad is attractive for a human. He is a lot looser about passing out the treats than Mom so I give him that. I’ve been with Mom since I was 18 months old, living in Boston, Dallas, and now New York. After food, she rules my world.

In the summer, Lizzard (my pet name for her) and I travel to the Cape and spend about five months at my grandparent’s place…this is definitely the life for a pug. Barbecues, clamming, boating, swimming, baseball games,  walking on the beach, and just hanging out fill our days. Doing errands with Grandpa is the best since treats are always involved. Our summers are so cool that my grandparents are actually doing a photo book about our days with them. I’ll keep you posted on that.

I think you have enough information for one day…I’ll enclose a photo so you can see what we look like. You can also go to: http://www.capecard.net for more.

Respectfully submitted,

Mason

P.S. I’m the dude on the right.