Now It’s My Turn

Hi Everybody!

It’s Lizzie. Mason decided to take a little vay-cay from writing today (he said his brain needed a rest and that he wasn’t feeling inspired). I don’t know about that but it really has been a long time since I last wrote a blog, hasn’t it?

For a pug, my life is wonderful, filled with much happiness and love, even though Mason would argue about that. Mason doesn’t seem to understand that I really do wish him well and that my world is topsy-turvy when he is away or unwell. That E-collar business was awful! I know he accused me of being false, but that is untrue. I was so worried when he went to the doctor that when he returned, I tried to cover him with kisses, nuzzling, and love. He would have nothing to do with me as I sniffed his doctor office scent and tried to comfort him. He is always acting the tough guy but I know he really loves the attention. As far as my stealing his marrowbones, that is not true either. I was merely putting them in a safe place until his recovery. Since he couldn’t chew with that huge collar on his neck, I put them in my bed so he wouldn’t feel frustrated every time he saw them.

And when he had to visit the surgeon on Cape Cod, I was really worried and anxious…so much so that on the trip back to NYC, I jumped up on the new rolled up carpet in the car to be near Mom and Dad. I needed comfort and Mason just assumed I was trying take them away from him. Mason says I can make truth out of fiction, if it suits my purposes. I think that is mean and untrue. Mason is always seeing the worst in people and pets.

Oh well, the thing is Mason has recovered and doesn’t need surgery, which makes me very happy. I know he thinks I am an idiot and a silly goose, but so what? I do love our pug contest on Facebook, and I think all of you who have sent in photos are wonderful and beautiful and brave! I think you all are winners, despite Mason’s sour view of life. He means well but he can’t help being a grouch sometimes. I think it is a guy kind of thing. He says, “Lizzie, you need to go to the mailbox and get your reality check. It must be here today!” I have no idea what he means so I just keep a low profile and take a nap.

Thanks for listening…until next time

Pugs and kisses,

Lizzie

This was taken right before Mason's appointment with the surgeon. You can see my worried expression.

A Pug Looks Back

I guess this time of year everyone takes a look back over the past twelve months and does some personal reflection. A pug is no exception. I’m not the sort of pug who does a lot of wool gathering, however, but this year has been remarkable for many reasons: Lizzie moved in, I had surgery, got a new drug added to my arsenal of medications, spent five months on the Cape, and was forced to wear a sweater due to freezing temperatures in NYC. Now I’m wondering what significance, if any, I can attach to these events? Probably not much (I am a pug, after all) but I do think it is clear that my life is anything but dull. As long as my resilient personality and lust for any edible morsel remain intact, I will greet each day with positive energy and enthusiasm. The good thing is, I really don’t have to worry about the economic crisis, business closures, or unemployment…I leave that stuff to Mom and Dad. I think Lizzard and I are here to take those burdens off their shoulders for a few hours every day…

 

So there you have it, dear reader, deep thoughts from a pug named Mason.

 

I put a couple of photos in because I know you humans love looking at us.

 

Respectfully submitted,

 

Mason

 

Beach reverie

Lizzie's auld lang syne moment