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Salty Dogs, or Paw Prints in The Sand

Memorial Day was a day of such incredible beauty and clarity that we all headed to the beach for a morning walk (Mom is big on that sort of thing). Since there is always a beach no more than five minutes from anyplace on the Cape, our journey was short. The problem for Lizzie and me is we get hung up on the scents in the parking lot and that delays our actually walking on the beach. Mom has no idea how intoxicating these smells are and so she tugged and encouraged us to move along.  I know she wouldn’t be so impatient if she fully understood their complexity and bouquet. For a pug, it doesn’t get any better.

 The beach itself is wondrous: dried seaweed, empty shells, dead sea creatures, and of course the ubiquitous markings of earlier dogs. It is a veritable cornucopia of tantalizing treats! The day was quite warm but we trotted along eagerly, our noses twitching wildly with each new scent that wafted in the breeze. Being a veteran of beach walks, I know how to enter the water for that vital cooling of the undercarriage. Lizzie, however, isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer and so she just stood at the water’s edge panting. One would think that basic animal instinct would have been enough to compel her into the ocean; but no, Lizzie walked to the edge and drank! Salt water tastes terrible and is not good for man or dog to consume. Usually one drink is enough to imprint that impression in a dog’s brain. Lizzie, though, made numerous trips for a drink as we walked the beach. I could only stand and stare in amazement. How stupid can one little pug be? She hated the taste but somehow thought it might improve further down the beach. I was embarrassed for her, but also secretly I enjoyed her display of idiocy. I hope Mom noted the difference between Lizzie and me.

 I was exhausted from this outing but at least my stomach wasn’t upset.

 

Respectfully submitted,

 Mason

 

I don't have any photos of Lizzie drinking the ocean water, but look at me finishing off Four Seas Ice Cream after dinner...the best ice cream in the world!

I don't have any photos of Lizzie drinking the ocean water, but look at me finishing off Four Seas Ice Cream after dinner...the best ice cream in the world!

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The Secret Lives of Pugs

Have you ever wondered or even fantasized about what your pug(s) does after you leave the house for work each day? I am sure that some of you imagine us doing all kinds of crazy things, while others of you think we merely fall into a coma-like state until your return. Actually, our activities fall somewhere in between these two extremes. The following, dear reader, is a typical day for Lizzie and me, after Mom and Dad leave the apartment.

We usually take a tour of the place, inspecting the floor for any crumbs or long-forgotten tidbits. Sometimes this is a fruitful activity but most often not. After completing our search, we head to our respective beds for a morning nap. This nap can last anywhere from two to three hours, depending on the weather or our moods. Our internal alarm clock always kicks us into an alert state so that we can wait by the door for Billy, our dog walker. As soon as we hear the whine of the elevator, its opening doors, and his footsteps coming down our hall, we are primed and wagging.

After our walk with Billy, he rewards us with some dog treats, which is great cause for celebration. Some further sniffing around often follows Billy’s departure, in case one of us has missed a morsel. On particularly challenging days, I feel the need to attack one of my miserable little stuffed animals…either the squirrel or bear. I beat them, chew on them, shake them violently, and then fall asleep with one of them in my mouth. Lizzie says my snoring is so loud that it wakens her but I say she needs to get over it. Pugs snore and she occasionally contributes to our symphony!

Some days, when I am particularly bored, I will coerce Lizzie into doing some random naughty act…like urging her tip over the garbage (if it has been left out), suggesting that she probably can’t hold her bladder or bowels until Mom or Dad gets home and that it is okay just to do it in the apartment, or sometimes I just tell her scary stories which produces the same results as above. All of these activities help pass the time and keep me entertained. I admit it, I am not proud of myself for setting Lizzie up, but pugs get bored very easily.

And there you have it…a typical day for your pug(s).

Respectfully submitted,

Mason

Here we are, captured by the pug cam, waiting for Billy.

Here we are, captured by the pug cam, waiting for Billy.

Look at your cute little butts heading for the door.

Look at our cute little butts heading for the door.

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