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Here Comes The Sun, or June Is Busting Out All Over

When Helios’ golden chariot soared across the heavens yesterday morning, I for one, did not take its appearance lightly. Oh no, not this soggy, squishy, damp pug! We all had great reason for jubilation and celebration. Those of us living in the northeast truly appreciate the warmth and drying benefits of the sun. We wait nine months for this time of year, and so far, we’ve been cheated.

It was with gay abandon that I headed to the yard, hopeful that the healing and drying powers of Old Sol would work its magic as I lay in the grass, having a chew on my bully stick. But lo and behold, the grass was sopping wet and uninviting. Foiled again by Mother Nature, I abandoned my plan and headed back inside to masticate and savor this treat. But you know what? It just doesn’t have the same cache indoors. It is a manly stick, designed for consumption in the great outdoors…an al fresco treat, if you will.

Wouldn’t you know it, though, that simpleton Lizzie just gnawed and chewed away at hers, blissfully unaware of how flat its flavor is when consumed on a rug indoors. I was quite frankly disgusted by her behavior, and against my natural instinct, turned away from its enticing aroma and appearance. After she finished hers she then went for mine. She is a twit and I didn’t even have interest in wresting it away from her pitiful little excuse of a mouth. She rolled her goofy eyes back in ecstasy and drooled like an idiot while I held myself apart from this wanton display.

Yes, the weather is here finally, but I will wait until all conditions are perfect before I indulge in my favorite activity.

Respectfully submitted,

Mason

This clearly shows the intense level of our boredom after so many weeks of rain. I apologize for its inclusion but without proof you might not grasp the severity of our plight...sunnier photos to follow!

This clearly shows the intense level of our boredom after so many weeks of rain. I apologize for its inclusion but without proof you might not grasp the severity of our plight...sunnier photos to follow!

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Lord of My Things…The Pug Possessive Case

The day was simply gorgeous. We saw the sun for the first time in many days and I, for one, was ready to snag my quota of Vitamin D. Grandma helped me in that endeavor by supplying me with a “Bully Stick” of handsome proportions.

With no interest in the activities of anyone else or curiosity about the doings of Lizzie, I trotted forth into the back yard, found my spotlight of sun, lowered myself onto the grass, and began the laborious process of consuming this braided beast.

I lost all track of time and it was only when I began the dreaded gagging and choking that Grandma appeared, falsely praising me for my fine efforts. I know from past history that when she takes that tone and utters those words, that I am about to be separated from my prized possession. I replied with threatening gurgles and rumbles through tightly clenched teeth, warning her away from me. She, undaunted, proceeded to pluck me up and wrench it from my jaws. It was beautiful, honed to slimy perfection…one end still hard and intact, and the other a viscera-like Udon noodle of bull pizzle. How could she be so cruel? I was so happy. So what if I choked and gagged a bit? Foiled again by my cruel summer mistress.

Now, here comes the crushing irony in my cautionary tale. The next time I was outside I hid that little piece of heaven back in the woods, so that at a later date I might enjoy its forbidden pleasure. Wouldn’t you know it though, that little ditsy pea brain Lizzie found it, took it onto the deck and proceeded to enjoy it herself. In all of her glorious stupidity, the little twit just assumed it was hers…left for her by the pizzle fairies!

Life can be so unfair at times.

Respectfully submitted,

Mason

Here I am with the prize...the stride of pride. This is an earlier bully stick...not the one of which I write, but you get the idea.

Here I am with the prize...making the stride of pride. This is an earlier bully stick...not the one of which I write, but you get the idea.

I've begun the laborious work shaping and molding

I've begun the laborious work of shaping and molding.

A certain amount of licking is involved. This is not something an amateur should attempt.

A certain amount of licking is involved. This is not something an amateur should attempt.

As you can see, I have much still to do. It is exhausting but worth the time and effort, as are most things in life, until someone snatches it away from you!

As you can see, I still have much to do. It is exhausting but worth the time and effort, as are most things in life, until someone snatches it away from you!

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If You’re Fond of Sand Dunes and Salty Air

Ah, Paradise found! Here I am back in the bosom of culinary abundance. Grandma greeted us with incredible peanut butter cookies and liver treats from a wonderful dog bakery, mydogcatering.com, and the best bully sticks (see Jan.19th, “For Pug’s Sake, Grandma, Hurry Back” blog) ever from bestbullysticks.com. These companies heard my plea for more treats and then followed through in the most generous of ways. I wish I could thank these people personally but they know the depth of my gratitude. And so, dear reader, don’t hesitate if you feel so moved in this same direction.

The trip itself was uneventful. Mom, despite her growing anxiety about the drive, was magnificent. She found her driving legs again and I feel confident there will be more road trips with her at the wheel in our future.

Redolent with all of the scents I last described, the Cape instantly transported me to that magical place of memory as I trotted about the back yard. There were long forgotten marrowbones and reminders of recent dog visitors. Intoxicating for a pug!

I found it hard to relax and let down my vigilance, but Lizzie, of course, immediately reverted to form and curled up on the couch with Mom for a nap. I, however, knew that Grandma keeps a never-ending supply of goodies, and a clever pug knows how to play the “I’ve just arrived, I’m confused, and a little unsettled” card in order to parlay a tiny treat.

Two Scottie dogs came for a visit in the afternoon and the male promptly “went” for me in a vicious domineering way. I  am a very peaceful, tolerant pug until a dog (of any breed) tries to mount me (I wish I could be more subtle, dear reader). This act is unacceptable and I will defend myself to the death,if necessary. I had no idea those little dogs had teeth like a barracuda! I think I deported myself well and retained my dignity in the face of such rude behavior.

 All in all, it was a splendid beginning to our summer.

Respectfully submitted,

Mason

Look at Lizzie working on her delicious bully stick. I don't know why she chews with her butt in the air.

Look at Lizzie working on her delicious bully stick. I don't know why she chews with her butt in the air.

 

Grandma is doling out the iced cookies. I'm the one sitting nicely.

Grandma is doling out the iced cookies. I'm the one sitting nicely.

 

You can see the pug/Scottie interaction here. This is before it became ugly.

You can see the pug/Scottie interaction here. This is before it became ugly.

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