....or Get Off the Pot
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Sunday, September 9, 2007
T Minus 5 Days...
And counting! In five days, my life with be altered forever. I shall have...another PUG! I know, you all know this, but I just can't help myself. Another pug! Another pug! Yay! Yay! Double yay! AND it's a puppy! I love puppies. I love puppy breath. I love how they fall asleep in the crook of your neck. I love how they waddle around like little duckies and trip all the time. They're just too damn cute. Okay, that's enough. I've been working on the computer for too long - I'm going a little zany. I should go get myself a brownie with a scoop of butter pecan now. Toodles!
Monday, September 3, 2007
The Ultimate Dessert
Here's the recipe for the tastiest, low calorie dessert EVER:
1 little box of fresh raspberries
1 little bottle of good honey
Put raspberries on a plate. Pour honey on the side. Pick up raspberry and dip in honey. Put in mouth. Enjoy!
Ahhhh........
(I bought some today as a romantic snack for the bf and I. He left to keep watch on the Jamaican election - I stayed home, watched Flash Gordon and ate the entire box. That's what happens when you leave me alone at home with dessert and don't padlock the fridge.)
1 little box of fresh raspberries
1 little bottle of good honey
Put raspberries on a plate. Pour honey on the side. Pick up raspberry and dip in honey. Put in mouth. Enjoy!
Ahhhh........
(I bought some today as a romantic snack for the bf and I. He left to keep watch on the Jamaican election - I stayed home, watched Flash Gordon and ate the entire box. That's what happens when you leave me alone at home with dessert and don't padlock the fridge.)
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Pug babies and MORE pug babies!
Well, I'm back home in my lovely tiny apartment, and I'm definitely overdue on a post. So here it is.
After enduring a not-so-bad plane ride home (as I get older, I start to hate the discomfort of plane rides more and more), we drove to pick up my pug baby and see what he was up to. Now, I should probably let you know that we left him with some family friends who happen to have 3 dogs, one of which is the Energizer Bunny in disguise. I swear, that dog does NOT have an OFF button. And Babar is sorta like that, except for the fact that he's overweight, so he eventually gets tired and dozes it off for a bit. Now, I knew that they'd get along great, but I didn't suspect the extent of her influence on him. So we open the door, and out runs this skinny little rodent that somewhat resembles a pug - my first thought being, "OMFG! They killed my pug and replaced him with this rat!" But alas, it really was my baby boy (minus what I lovingly term his "baby fat"). I'd only been gone for a bit more than 2 weeks, and he's lost more weight than I've been able to this entire summer (and believe me, that's another story that will be told). It was that damn Energizer Bunny dog's fault - even the Boyfriend remarked, "That's not a PUG! Where's all the fat?!" So, alas, it's time for a chicken/ham/meat only diet from now on - to get him back to his glorious puffy state. :)
And that was on Friday.
On Tuesday, I went and fell in love with my new baby, Celeste. Like I've mentioned before, I'm getting a pal for the Pug, a girl this time, and her name MUST be Celeste (Babar & Celeste - the old Babar the Elephant stories? Look it up.) And I'd finally been invited by the breeder to come down and pick out my girl (and put down the deposit, of course). So I went with the Boyfriend and the Pug, to hopefully see whether he prefers one. There were only two girls, but...oh my...I fell in love with the first one handed to me. She was just so precious - I picked her up and she covered my face with kisses and wagged her tail so hard her butt was moving from side to side. I...MUST...HAVE...HER. To hell with Babar's wishes. Now, Babar has been changed forever by his time with the Energizer Bunny - he now believes that all dogs like to play and chase him around and play-bite his legs and ears. So when they don't, he gets miffed and starts barking his discontent. So when he saw that the other girl puppy wasn't quite interested in chasing him around, he started whining. So I put down MY girl and she immediately proceeds to chase him around the living room. Ah, it was meant to be. I was so delighted that I had to stop myself from grabbing her and running out the door, screaming, "Mine!! My precious!! Mine!" And the puppy breath? I LOVE the puppy breath. I've reminded the Boyfriend to NEVER EVER EVER let me breed any dog - I will not let ANY of the puppies leave the house. And then we'll end up with 50 dogs running around and I'll be labelled the crazy dog lady. And we don't want that.
So yes, we paid the deposit and decided to pick her up the 14th of September - just two days after my birthday. She'll be my little present. I can't wait! I've gotten used to the whole puppy housebreaking thing, and the house is more than pug proofed, so it shouldn't be a problem this time. I feel like dancing around and shaking my booty to Peaches & Herb's "Shake Your Groove Thing". Couldn't take any pictures - well, we did, but they ended up all fuzzy because the babies were running around too quickly. Oh, well. Next time. :)
After enduring a not-so-bad plane ride home (as I get older, I start to hate the discomfort of plane rides more and more), we drove to pick up my pug baby and see what he was up to. Now, I should probably let you know that we left him with some family friends who happen to have 3 dogs, one of which is the Energizer Bunny in disguise. I swear, that dog does NOT have an OFF button. And Babar is sorta like that, except for the fact that he's overweight, so he eventually gets tired and dozes it off for a bit. Now, I knew that they'd get along great, but I didn't suspect the extent of her influence on him. So we open the door, and out runs this skinny little rodent that somewhat resembles a pug - my first thought being, "OMFG! They killed my pug and replaced him with this rat!" But alas, it really was my baby boy (minus what I lovingly term his "baby fat"). I'd only been gone for a bit more than 2 weeks, and he's lost more weight than I've been able to this entire summer (and believe me, that's another story that will be told). It was that damn Energizer Bunny dog's fault - even the Boyfriend remarked, "That's not a PUG! Where's all the fat?!" So, alas, it's time for a chicken/ham/meat only diet from now on - to get him back to his glorious puffy state. :)
And that was on Friday.
On Tuesday, I went and fell in love with my new baby, Celeste. Like I've mentioned before, I'm getting a pal for the Pug, a girl this time, and her name MUST be Celeste (Babar & Celeste - the old Babar the Elephant stories? Look it up.) And I'd finally been invited by the breeder to come down and pick out my girl (and put down the deposit, of course). So I went with the Boyfriend and the Pug, to hopefully see whether he prefers one. There were only two girls, but...oh my...I fell in love with the first one handed to me. She was just so precious - I picked her up and she covered my face with kisses and wagged her tail so hard her butt was moving from side to side. I...MUST...HAVE...HER. To hell with Babar's wishes. Now, Babar has been changed forever by his time with the Energizer Bunny - he now believes that all dogs like to play and chase him around and play-bite his legs and ears. So when they don't, he gets miffed and starts barking his discontent. So when he saw that the other girl puppy wasn't quite interested in chasing him around, he started whining. So I put down MY girl and she immediately proceeds to chase him around the living room. Ah, it was meant to be. I was so delighted that I had to stop myself from grabbing her and running out the door, screaming, "Mine!! My precious!! Mine!" And the puppy breath? I LOVE the puppy breath. I've reminded the Boyfriend to NEVER EVER EVER let me breed any dog - I will not let ANY of the puppies leave the house. And then we'll end up with 50 dogs running around and I'll be labelled the crazy dog lady. And we don't want that.
So yes, we paid the deposit and decided to pick her up the 14th of September - just two days after my birthday. She'll be my little present. I can't wait! I've gotten used to the whole puppy housebreaking thing, and the house is more than pug proofed, so it shouldn't be a problem this time. I feel like dancing around and shaking my booty to Peaches & Herb's "Shake Your Groove Thing". Couldn't take any pictures - well, we did, but they ended up all fuzzy because the babies were running around too quickly. Oh, well. Next time. :)
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