Pilgrim Pugs in PTown, or Where No Pug Is A Stranger

For those of you uninitiated to the pleasures and sheer delight of Provincetown, let me give you a pug’s eye view. This spectacular little town at the very tip of Cape Cod never fails to charm, seduce, and captivate both people and pugs. It is the repository of all things bizarre, wonderful, and indulgent. Here a pug can receive hugs and kisses from women who look like men and men who look like women.  In PTown all the lines are blurred and a pug can truly receive the attention, love, and adulation he so rightfully deserves! It is also the most pet friendly place on the planet.

We drove out Sunday, and while the weather wasn’t terribly encouraging, we all knew fun was about to be had. Lizzie and I napped in the car while Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa had brunch at the Lobster Pot on Commercial Street. For Mom it is her favorite journey. After they were finished we were fetched for the traditional stroll up Commercial Street. The street was thronged with revelers who were undaunted by the steady rain. For a pug, this is a tricky condition. One must navigate carefully or risk getting stepped upon. Of course the air is filled with the scent of seafood, fried bread, fudge, and ice cream…an intoxicating cocktail for yours truly.

Along the way we received the usual attention from every sort of human imaginable. Dogs were everywhere and there was a lot of butt-sniffing and circling. Our first stop was the pet store, where Mom purchased darling iced dog cookies for us, which we ate outside on their little platform. As we moved along, we attracted many admiring looks, responses, and pats. What a glorious day, but I fear not for the reluctant Lizzie. She, as I’ve stated before, has no game and never will. People and other dogs like her because she is so tiny and saccharine, which nauseates me. One woman told my grandmother that she knew immediately that I was “the man” because she had never seen such a swagger or such a “butch” dog. I rest my case, dear reader.

 I will be writing daily, I think, since so much is happening here and Grandma is so accessible. With so much exposure, I hope you don’t lose interest in my ramblings.

Respectfully submitted,

Mason

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Here Lizzie and I are wedged in MY bed. She grabbed when we got in the car for the return trip, so I just climbed in too! The nerve of that fool dog!

Here Lizzie and I are wedged in MY bed. She grabbed it when we got in the car for the return trip, so I just climbed in too! The nerve of that fool dog!

 

I know, it's not a shot of me but I thought for those of you unfamiliar with low tide in PTown, it is worth a look.

I know, it's not a shot of me but I thought for those of you unfamiliar with low tide in PTown, it is worth a look.

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2 responses to “Pilgrim Pugs in PTown, or Where No Pug Is A Stranger

  1. Roxy, Blue and Bono

    Yummmm!…

    That low tide shot looks like a great place to RUN!!! Thanks for sharing!

    Your Pug Fans,
    Roxy, Blue and Bono

  2. Lexie, Chloe and Coco

    Lose interest in your ramblings, Mason?! Never! We here 3,000 miles away in Oregon look forward to them, and we are excited to hear all about your Summer 2009 adventures on the Cape!

    ~Lexie, Chloe and Coco

    p.s. You and Lizzie look very cute snuggled together there…even though it WAS your bed!

    p.s.s. Watch out for those Cape Cod ticks. We remember them well…

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