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A Lyin’ (In Bed That Is) In Winter, or a Pug Says Thank You

This isn’t a blog that will amuse, confuse, sadden, horrify, or titillate you, dear reader, but rather it is a long overdue acknowledgment of all the steady influx of letters, comments, and kudos I’ve received during the one year I’ve been writing. You readers are the reason I make the efforts I do and without your feedback, I am afraid I would not have been so diligent. So, even though it runs counter to my very nature, I must thank each and every one of you for your kind and supportive words, throughout the year.

If I weren’t so limited, I would answer all of your letters, but I am dependent upon Grandma for my writing and I cannot, in good conscience,  ask her to do more for me than she already does. But I do thank you, one and all. Please continue to write me because she reads me every letter, note, and comment you send. I cannot emphasize too strongly how much I appreciate your words.

This time of year I do tend to take inventory, try to count my so-called blessings, and then figure out what direction I will take in the upcoming months. Fact: Lizzie is here to stay and all of my best efforts to depose her have failed. Some astute reader observed that she reminded her of the “fool on the hill” and I couldn’t agree more. She is, for the most part, innocuous and so I’ve learned acceptance. Fact: My health is a concern but I am going to see a surgeon for a consultation soon and perhaps see if there is something to be done for my poor spinal condition. I am not, I repeat, not complaining because I still receive two meals daily, plus assorted treats, which keep my interest piqued. Fact: I know my mom and dad love me, and if they could, would spend every free minute with me. That is comforting. Fact: The addition of Cecily and Daphne to this menagerie is troubling, to say the very least, but I am wrapping my mind around the idea that this just challenges me to be an even stronger alpha type of male (if such a thing is possible). I shall think of these bitches as my harem and I suspect that will allow me to assume a greater position of leadership in this pack. Fact: I have no plans for becoming a more tolerant pug, nor do I have any interest in one who does. I like who and what I am, and see no reason to soften my edge or attitude. Too much introspection is for sissies.

There you have it, dear reader…some deep thoughts from a pug named Mason.

Respectfully submitted,


P.S. My very clever Grandpa suggested this title and I have to admit that I like it a lot. Thanks, Grandpa.


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Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow, or A Pug on the Cusp

I apologize for the lapse in my writing, but Grandma seems to be traveling a lot more than I anticipated when I began this literary adventure. Without her, I have no voice. She is back, however, and ready to process my words again.

 This is a strange time of year for yours truly; I am on the cusp of leaving one life for another. I leave behind Winter Mason and assume the mantle of Summer Mason. I love both Masons but there is always a price to be paid for the exchange. I am somewhat embarrassed to admit that I have been quite needy lately, and not in the “I want food or a treat right now” kind of way, but rather in the “I want my mom right now” kind of way.

It has taken us both by surprise because I am by nature a dude kind of guy- independent, and a bit removed from the cuddly snuggly sort of pug. Lately, though, I have felt the need to be held in my mom’s arms while she sits on the couch, to nestle close to her in bed, and be in the bathroom with her while she showers. I can attribute this aberrational behavior only to my impending departure for the Cape. Of course oblivious Lizzie has no idea that our departure is imminent; she probably has no sense of seasonal change either. All she cares about is being cuddled and cosseted. Sometimes I think I am a saint for tolerating her insipid behavior and lack of intellect!

 At any rate, dear reader, I know that next week we move our pug world from a one-bedroom apartment in Manhattan to a five-bedroom home on Cape Cod. I understand we have some speaking engagements and appearances in conjunction with our book while we are there, but mostly we will live our lives as free-ranging pugs who go shellfishing, boating, to baseball games, eat al fresco, and loll about, chewing marrow bones in a huge back yard. Not too shabby, right?

I’ll miss my mom and dad though.


 Respectfully submitted,




I know this is an oldie from my very first blog, but it helps get me ready for summer on the Cape.

I know this is an oldie from my very first blog, but seeing it helps get me ready for summer on the Cape.


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