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Every Pug Has Its Day, or Lizzie Has Her Say

Dear Diary,

I’m writing because Mason isn’t “feeling it” today and also because I need to vent some of my frustrations. Sometimes Mason can be so sweet, well maybe not sweet but at least not mean, and other times he can be so cruel. I just don’t understand. This morning, diary, we were out in the yard and Mason was chewing on a marrowbone (he has them scattered all over the yard) and I just happened to walk past him to the deck when he jumped up and ran growling and snapping at me! What did he think? That I was going to take his nasty old, dirt encrusted, slobbered up bone? I just don’t get him sometimes.

And this weekend, we went out on the boat and of course Grandma and Grandpa invited their friends who have Chloe (I’m sure you remember HER!). It was her first trip ever on a boat and Mason starts acting all weird, like being on a boat is where he is most at home and then trying to pretend he didn’t even see her (how could you miss her since she’s about six feet long?). I don’t get him at all. And then, diary, out at the island, he went out of his way to be near her. I swear she didn’t even look at him the entire day. What am I, chopped liver?

But when we ride in Grandma’s little sports car, with the top down, then he is all cuddly with me. We sit together in the passenger seat and he drapes his body over or against mine. He couldn’t do that with Chloe, that is for sure.

He seems very moody lately and I’m not sure why. Our food is really good here, we are outdoors a lot, we take beach and trail hikes, we get to do errands with Grandpa and we’re never lonely. So why does he have to be such a pill?

I love Mason so much. He is my everything guy but I wish I understood him better. I guess he has his reasons but he sure makes it hard for me sometimes. Thanks for listening, dear diary.

Until next time,

Lizzie

Here is Chloe. I don't think she's all that, do you?

Here is Chloe. I don't think she's all that, do you?

Look at how he pretends to be sleeping when actually he's watching her.

Look at how he pretends to be sleeping when actually he's watching her.

They don't even look good together, do they? I mean she is nice enough, but not for Mason.

They don't even look good together, do they? I mean she is nice enough, but not for Mason.

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Pooped Pugs, or Fan Me With A Palm Frond, Please

I must confess, dear reader, to an ever-increasing lethargy and fatigue that seems to consume me each day. I can only assume that it is due to the oppressive humidity blanketing Cape Cod, and probably all of the east coast, this week. Mom and Grandma are feeling it too, which gives me more wiggle room for being a sloth.

Saturday we headed out to the island on Grandpa’s boat, and while the temperature was warm, there was a steady on shore breeze, which made the day perfect. Lizzie and I love the journey because of the wind on our faces and the tantalizing smells in the air. After we reached the island, anchored the boat, and hauled all of our paraphernalia ashore, Grandma decided we needed a swim. And swim we did. I am more of a plunk, plunk, plunk kind of swimmer. I see no reason to paddle furiously when I know the waves will take me to shore eventually. Of course Grandma supported me around my waist. Lizzie, however, begins a frantic, toes splayed, head held aloft kind of swimming well before she even hits the water. It really makes me laugh to see her go. Everyone near her gets sprayed once she is actually in the water. As you must know by now, she is not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

Because of our frequent swims throughout the day we managed to stay quite cool and comfortable. On our return, we stopped at a choice little spit of land where clams love to burrow, and Mom and Grandpa dug for their dinner (ours too!). Those of you who have our book will know just where I am describing. There is a photo of Lizzard and me standing in the water there at low tide, looking for clams.

The finale to a spectacular day was an outdoor shower and shampoo with Mom. Our day could not have been better, but we were exhausted and slept like puppies that night. I am still not fully energized but will rally on Thursday since we have another book reading and signing at the Sturgis Library in Barnstable Village, 10:30 AM.

Respectfully submitted,

Mason

P.S. Let me know what you think of my blog’s new look. Grandpa designed it and I think it captures the essence of our summer…Thanks, Grandpa!

This is one I wanted to show last time and since no one took a camera on the boat, I decided to share this appealing shot.

This is one I wanted to show on my last blog and since no one took a camera on the boat, I decided to share it now.

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All Pugs On Deck, or It’s the Boatin’ Life For Me

Our maiden voyage of the season was all that it should have been: fair weather (for a while), nice breeze, tangy smell in the air, and some good naps in the sand. The only thing keeping this cruise from a four star rating was the marked absence of dog treats. I prefer the more planned outings to the spontaneous ones since part of the planning includes the procurement of ship victuals! Still and all, we enjoyed ourselves enormously.

Lizzie doesn’t have much sea savvy and so she never anticipates when Grandpa is going to open up his engine in the high-speed zones of water. She is so funny to watch when this happens since she is inevitably thrown forward or off her seat. I, however, have spent enough summers engaged in this particular activity so that I know when to move safely aft and hunker down until we reach the no-wake zone. Oh dear me, it makes me laugh just thinking about her helpless little face, trapped forward and afraid to move.

Reaching the island is as fun as the journey. We eagerly alight, sniffing the rosa rugosas and listening to seagulls as they squawk and screech. Their cries can pierce the most comatose pug nap! Lizzie and I snort and snuffle around a bit, getting a sense of what creatures are living and what ones have moved on to the next realm. It is always changing and always the same. After this, we settle down for a beach snooze.

I think in re-reading this, it sounds pretty dull for the uninitiated, but for pugs who love the sea, boating, and exploring, it is our gateway to summer.

 Respectfully submitted,

 Mason

 

Here I am, master of my domain, heading out to sea

Here I am, master of my domain, heading out to sea

 

Look at silly Lizzie, peeking at us from the front of the boat.

Look at silly Lizzie, peeking at us from the front of the boat.

 

I am having the best nap ever out at Sampson's, aka Dead Neck Island

I am having the best nap ever out at Sampson's, aka Dead Neck Island

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