Since I began writing this blog in 2008 I have aged considerably, from a sleek, fashionable, virile male to a broken, diaper and onesie wearing old pug. But, I still have great stamina, courage, hunger, and energy. One thing I cannot endure is excessive fussing, chitchat, and praise. Just give me my food, please! I am not a cuddler unless it is on my terms and at my time—otherwise, do not bother me. My guilty pleasure (and really it isn’t guilty) is eating fresh marrowbones. They are my binkies, if you will, and guaranteed to keep me quiet for several hours.
I live in Manhattan on the Lower East Side with my glamorous parents and a pathetic pug sister Lizzie (of questionable parentage and lineage). We vacation regularly on Cape Cod where my mother’s parents live with their two canines…a black pug named Cecily (who is as lame as Lizzie) and a ferocious Frenchie named Daphne (we are kept separated for obvious reasons).
So, these are my musings, stories, and rants…read them if you are interested and share them with your friends and family…Oh, and thanks to Grandma for transcribing my words.