The tales of two pernicious pugs and their doormat.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Pug Sugar High = Bad for Pug Mom

For all you pug owners out there, let me give you one tip from a very sleep deprived Pug Mom: NEVER give your pug too much ice cream. You WILL regret it.

Let me start by saying that my pug is rather quiet most of the time. Yes, he whines and moans and groans at me, but he almost never barks inside the house for barking's sake. He only barks when he senses someone at the door. So, at least with my pug, I've never known what it is like to hear him bark on and on and on for hours at a time. Thank God.

Last night, I'm feeling rather sorry for my pug, who's watching me eat some vanilla ice cream with sad mopey "how dare you not feed me, you fat thing, you" eyes. I decide it wouldn't kill him to have a scoop of ice cream, so I bring out the ice cream carton and start scooping something out. To my dismay, a large (think larger than humans should eat at one time) scoop flies out of the carton and lands on the floor. Babar immediately attacks it. Although slightly concerned at the magnitude of the scoop, I figure he'll be all right, and head to bed.

After falling blissfully asleep, I am awoken by a bark. And then another bark. And then another. And another. My first thought: "Someone's at the door." Which is scary when I live all alone in a basement apartment, and it's dark outside (hey, it doesn't take much to scare me). So I wait to see if there's a knock, but nothing happens. So after some hesitation, I roll over and fall back asleep. I am woken, seemingly seconds later, by another string of frenzied barking from DevilSpawn. Again I think someone's at the door... but no, false alarm. I roll over again and try to fall back asleep. Woken again by barking. Try to fall back asleep. Woken AGAIN by barking. Try to fall back asleep. Rinse and repeat. My body eventually decided it wasn't going to wake up fully each time the dog barked, and while in a semi-catatonic state, I could hear myself scream, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Evil pug! Shut up!"

I wake up at 1 in the morning. Complete silence. My little heart clenches up and I think, "Noooo.... my pug has died from over-barking!" I know - my brain works rather oddly during the early morning hours. I slog my way out of bed, and peek out the door. The pug is lying on his bed, content and asleep, snoring away. I fall back into my bed and curse ice cream. Never again will I listen to those mopey eyes.


Tarina said...

Love them sugar highs. I've never dealt with a dog hopped up on high doses of sugar, but he sounds just like a little kid would act. These days though, pets practically are kids (my cat is my kid as far as I'm concerned) so I guess it amounts to the same thing.

I'm sorry you got to deal with that whilst trying to sleep. They never wait for opportune times to be annoying, they know when it will grate on your nerves the most and take full advantage. Yeesh, your dog sounds like a character.http:

Tam said...

How great is this?! OK, not your night, but I mean a PUG BLOG! I'm so glad you commented on my blog so I could find you!

Pug Mom said...


Yes, if you haven't noticed, I've nicknamed my pug DevilSpawn. And that's because he IS spawned by the devil. At least, he acts like it 99% of the time. :) But he's my little baby, so I can't hold anything against him.

I noticed you mentioned a pug in your blog, so I just had to post. Us pug owners gotta stick together. :) And complain about their naughtiness.

Jessie said...

*laugh* We used to give Wrinkles all kinds of stuff like that. Dude, the dog got fun-sized Snicker bars (one a day after going outside and doing her doo). Pugs are little buggers getting their food. They look pitiful, and you have to give in. When you do, they gobble it up and make you wish you'd been stronger. A rather docile dog turned evil is no fun at 1am. *laugh* I know.