My Little Celeste

It's here! It's finally here! My first picture of my new pug baby, Celeste. Not that I can actually SEE her in this adorable bundle of pug bodies, but she's there - somewhere. There were two girls, and six boys - this picture was taken right after the babies were born. Yay! Just wanted to share it with you.

Cold...so very cold...

Today is Babar's last checkup at the vet - from this day forward, he's no longer a puppy. He's an adult pug. Well, at least that's what my vet wants me to believe, so I can spend another $300 on the adult plan this year, since he already convinced me to spend $200 on the puppy plan last year. So the poor pug was bundled up, tossed in the car, and handed over to the vet's receptionist. During it all, he was wagging his tail like it was motor-powered, and licking everyone in sight. Poor pup - doesn't know what's in store for him. Now I've returned home to a empty apartment...so dark...so QUIET. I'm lonely. Although I may oftentimes wish my pug was 100 miles away, especially when he gets into one of his moods and wants to chew my fingers to the bone, and then munch those down his throat.... but when he's gone, I miss the little bastard. Why? I don't know. Perhaps I'm a sadomasochist. Or mebbe I just love that darn dog too much for my own good. He's also a great entertainer. He's got such an expressive face, so even the slightest little movement says volumes - I laugh myself silly sometimes. Lately he's taken to acting even more like a spoiled child - he's realized that he can tug on my pants or dress to get my attention, and the little monster does it ALL THE FRACKING TIME. I look at him and I see his little brain spouting, "Mommy?! Mommy?! MOMMY!? Attention!! Give me attention! I am the center of this universe!! Attention!! Attention!!" He's also developed his own little form of language - he rarely barks, and almost never at me, but he will go from grumbling, to whining, to short little yips, depending on what he wants. It's almost endearing, but not quite because it annoys the hell out of me. Unless he's doing it to someone else. Then I just laugh my pants off. Oh, well. Enough of this pug talk - I've got work to do, and I'd better get to it. Ciao!

Tattoo Advice Requested

Hello, my dear readers. 'Tis three AM and I can't sleep. Again. I should probably head over to the pharmacy and take out my sleeping aid prescription - I've finally succumbed to the fact that I need it. Desperately. Anyway, that's not why I'm writing - well, not mainly, anyway. You see, I want to get a tattoo - it would be my first, and I want something that's really special (doesn't everyone say that?). A few months ago, I was determined to get a cartoon pug on my lower back, but I decided that although I adore my pug, the actual picture that was gonna get carved into my back wasn't something I was emotionally attached to. So I thought...and I thought...and I thought. I came to the conclusion that I don't want anything with someone's name, regardless of their closeness to me, because...well...I just don't. I also thought about symbols that might represent something about me, but those just seemed rather pretentious and I gave that up too. What I've really been looking for is something to express my young-child-in-Neverland side. The hope I have that no matter how old I get, I don't lose my wonder and naivete that I had as a child (and still do to some degree). So I figured what else but a picture of a cartoon that I loved as a kid? So here are my three choices - Gus, from Disney's Cinderella; Mr. Toad, from The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad; and last, Betty Boop.

Now I probably should add that although I adored Gus and Mr. Toad, I didn't watch Betty Boop on a regular basis. However, when I was younger, I was frequently compared to Betty Boop due to my "delicate look". So there you have it - my top three picks of characters that had meaning to me as a kid. I'm thinking of getting it on my shoulder or lower back, and I would love to have it done before I go on vacation in August. And why am I sharing this with you? Because I just can't decide! I'm leaning towards Gus and Mr. Toad, but then I look at Betty and her legs... so, in short, I need your help! I know my reader-base is quite limited, but I would LOVE to have any input whatsoever. And if there are any readers out there who've never commented, comment! PLEASE! I know whichever I get, I won't regret it, and it'll probably be the first of a few more to come (I've always loved tattoos), so give me your best shot, and I'll definitely take it into consideration. Toodle-pip!