Chanel, Oldest Dog on Record Passes Away

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I just want to say good-bye to Chanel, the oldest dog on record, who passed away at the age of 147 (doggie years). I hear she lived a long, happy life with her mom, Denice Shaughnessy. Denice adopted Chanel when she was just 6 weeks old. They've been together for a very long time, so Chanel's mom will need lots of prayers.

Chanel was given a certificate from Guinness World of Records officials at her 21st birthday party in Manhattan.

Reese's Peanut Butter Cups were her favorite treat. Denice said that once she ate an entire bag of them! (How I would like to know what a peanut butter cup tastes like!)

RIP Chanel.

Love and wet kisses, Stanley

I Love the Park!

This picture was taken right after my mom said, "Stanley, you want to go to the park?"

I soooo love going to the park. I love it so much, Mom tries very hard not to even whisper the word "park" if we aren't going, because I get very excited! I love all the different smells there; and there are so many!

Wow, did I ever have fun! - except for when I saw Max - the only unfriendly dog I've met so far at the park. He's smaller than me, but his teeth are bigger. Today was the second time we crossed paths. But Mom protected me - PHEW!!

This is me enjoying one of those smells at the park!

And here I am two hours later. I was so tired. So many things to see, to smell... and I've got to tell you, there are many, many spots that have yet to be 'marked' by me - but I can only drink so much water - there's always tomorrow - I hope we go tomorrow!

Love and wet kisses,

Stanley

Been At My Home For 5 Weeks Now

My life before the Pug Shelter? Well, we won't talk about that. But I've lived a happy life now for the last 5 weeks. I do have much responsibility though - I have to put up with my new mom showing me off to her family and friends, take Mom on walks throughout the day (she likes to go outside alot!), keep the cat at bay, come when she calls my name (I do pretend to not hear her sometimes though - geez, give a Pug a break!), "sit" whenever a treat is offered to me, although I don't see why that is necessary, and try my best to look adorable at all times (luckily this comes natural).

I do refuse to play "fetch" though. I mean, if Mom wants to throw that stupid Frizbee, go get it, throw it again... well, I'd be glad to watch, but I'm just not doing it... what's the point?

AND, I would like to just add that if I had a dog biscuit for every time I hear, "he's so ugly, he's cute," I'd be fat! Deal with it - wrinkles are cute on Pugs!

Love and wet kisses,

Stanley