Sniffing for Truffles, or Suitcase Secrets

First, dear reader, I am well, relatively happy, and trying to enjoy what few pleasures remain for a pug of my advanced years and infirmities. While I was unable to spend an entire summer on my beloved Cape Cod due to a vicious Frenchie named Daphne, who for some unexplained reason goes into a blind rage just seeing me walk about in “my home” (remember I was there first), and lack of bladder and bowel control, I was able to enjoy quite a few visits. Grandma has had company all summer and was unable to write her usual timely updates for me. She does, however, keep readers informed on my Facebook page ( and you should always check it out if you are concerned for our (read “my”) welfare.

As many of you may recall, I had a very serious episode this spring when I devoured Grandma’s 12 grain seeded bread in its entirety. Well, as Grandma is wont to say, “There is no fool like an old fool” and I guess those words are applicable to yours truly. But honestly, folks, this pug is starving…really! Is it too much to ask, at this stage of my life, that I be given working dog rations? After all, I bark incessantly, burning countless calories.

My mom’s sister from California was visiting and she very generously left her suitcase open, the guest room door as well, and then departed for the day with Mom, leaving Lizzie and me unattended. My nose quickly ascertained that there was some kind of food in her bag and so I enlisted the aid of my stupid but faithful sidekick…Lame Lizzie. Always eager to please me and gain my praise, she hied to, foraged wildly like a boar rooting for truffles, and came up aces! What a veritable treasure trove she unearthed in this copious bag…a sealed plastic bag with individually wrapped rice cakes dipped in carob. What joy! What bliss! What unadulterated euphoria! I can tell you honestly that I, not for one New York minute, hesitated before giving that plump little woodchuck the green light for opening these treats. She neatly scissored, on their seams, each little package and laid its contents at my feet. No frantic ripping and rending for that squirrely little pug…oh no, Lizzie’s approach is meticulous and precise, never giving a hint of her presence, other than the missing food.

I enjoyed myself thoroughly and was resting comfortably when the hammer fell. Home came the humans and Mom and her sister quickly discovered our activity. I was too sated to protest or throw Lizzie under the bus…and so I took my punishment like a man (a little man). Fortunately for me, there were no severe consequences necessitating a trip to the ER but I confess there was a copious amount of waste the next few days and I was denied dinner that night.

So, what could have ended poorly didn’t and I am right as rain again, ready to face whatever adventures fall into my lap (a little play on the current autumnal season).

Respectfully submitted,


Killer, right?

One of my favorite summer activities...driving Grandpa's Jeep

Ship of two fools...Lizzie and Cecily at sea --- literally


Filed under Uncategorized

7 responses to “Sniffing for Truffles, or Suitcase Secrets

  1. Oh Mason, another great tale from you! I’m so glad to hear that you didn’t get sick…just a little in the dog house, so to speak. And, as usual, you included wonderful pictures! They made my day. 🙂

  2. Mason, I was so happy to hear from you again! I await your stories with bated breath. You make my mom laugh and so many of the adventures you and Lame Lizzie get yourselves into seem to be so very much like the situations I get myself into. Much to the dismay of my parents.
    My mom says you are still one of the most handsome man-pugs around!
    Take Care,

    • Wubby,
      Thank you so much. Grandma would say, “bait-like breath.”
      Life is short and I intend to grab all the glory I can. Keep reading and I’ll try to keep writing.

  3. Terri Baker

    So good to hear “your voice” again Mason. Oh the things you and Miss Lizzie manage to get into never ceases to amaze me. I admit that sometimes I must omit parts of your tales as I read to my pudgy pugs. Don’t want to give them any ideas. Not that they need any help in the food forage dept. They are relentless in their efforts. My 4 yr old Puga knows how to open the sliding pantry door and finds the large bag of kibble and proceeds to chew holes through the bag. Please do not try this one yourself. Oh never mind you would get Lizzie to do the dirty deed Then you would just enjoy the spoils of her efforts. Take care my friend.

    • Dear Terri,
      Right you are about enlisting Lizzie for the dirty work. Personally, I would prefer not to sully my paws when she is so willing to do the deed. You are indeed a wise mom to edit some sections of my exposes, but I doubt if there are any new tricks I could pass on to a clever pug.
      Thanks for writing,

  4. sue

    Mason I have missed reading about you I think that was very smart to use Lizzy to do the dirty work did she get to enjoy it also and as always you are very handsome

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s