Though I’m sure only my pug subscribers will enjoy this post, I couldn’t refrain from sharing the sight I saw when I passed through my living room this evening.
I often feel sorry for Oscar. He spends a lot of time alone, while we work to keep his house nice and buy him fancy healthy snacks. He’s thought about creating his own blog, but we trimmed his dew claws so he can’t type correctly. Too far? Ok, we’ll leave you with just pictures.
Sweet dreams Oscar dog.
Pug caught napping
After dinner pug nap
What? Why did you wake me?
“I moved and everything, why are you following me?”
“I remember when I was comfortable on the floor, before a had a camera in my face.”
As I scrolled through my trusty photo hard drive, I found what I think is the closest thing to two subject pictures; mainly because well, there are two characters in them and they have different things happening for each subject. The last one is simply so you have an understanding of how mocking a pug can be while his dog father works. He thinks he’s the boss you know. He realizes this is not the case when he relies on us for his precious kibble.
And here are…Pug in a sweater and his shoveling father.
No pugs or humans were injured during this photography session. Unless you count muscle aches from back-breaking snow removal.
When I first saw the topic for this week, my thoughts immediately fell upon Oscar. I know pugs are typically known to be greedy, but after eight years, it still shocks me how he lives for anything in excess; food, toys, sleep, towering heights, attention. Nothing is small with Oscar, from his bulgy eyes to his puffy belly after begging from naive visitors. I say this with love.
And here is Oscar, the indulgent pug of my life.
No, this bone is definately proportional. If he could fit the whole thing in his mouth, he would.
Caught. Thief of feather blankets, soft pillows and anything cuddly for HUMAN use!.
“I’m so hungover. I should not have eaten that last few kibbles. What was I thinking?”
Oscar Simpson. He looks like a Simpsons character in this picture. If he could eat the donuts and beer that Homer does, he wouldn’t look so depressed.
Pugs are pretty popular. Ours has been popular since we got him eight years ago. Locally, he has following. A few years ago, girls in my brother’s high school had designed shirts with his picture on it and people constantly ask about him as if he’s our actual child. I don’t know if it’s because the dog is special, or we are…
Oscar Irwin found his way into my heart 8 years ago, at a time when pretty much any responsibility seemed like a hassle. He reminded us of George Burns, with his rawhide looking like a cigar and his old man face. I won’t bore you with the details, but I knew I had to have him; even though the seller told me he was discounted because he was “defective”. That’s right, she called my dog defective. He is not a dented can of soup; he is a living and barely breathing pug. There was no way I could leave him with those people. I have an idea, stop allowing people to interbreed their dogs.
Anyway, despite his “defective” breathing, he is a character. I got a pug training book once and I kid you not, the first line said: “So you want to train your pug, good luck”. Still I can’t imagine our home without the sound of snorting or the click-clack of his little paws as he tap dances down the hallway.
I suspect that this may attract the same people who watch the “pug tilting head” videos on YouTube. It’s late on a Sunday night and all I can think of is the little guy snoring next to me, this is all I got today. Enjoy!