Pug Bath!

How embarrassing! I wonder how Mom would like it if I photographed her while taking a bath, hmmm? And look at what I take a bath in - a utility sink! Oh well, I guess it doesn't matter where I take my bath - I'd hate it even in a big bath tub. I think I smell fine, so I don't understand why I have to go through this torture anyways!
As you can see, I survived - I always do.

Love and Wet Kisses,

Stanley

Three Bridges and One New Friend

I wanted you to see the bridges on the trail I walked today. After we crossed three bridges, Mom made me turn around to begin our walk back to the car. As soon as we back-track, I know my fun is about to end and I move in slow motion - at least until I hear the magic word.... "treat!"

And this is a new friend I met along the way. I didn't catch her name.

Love and Wet Kisses,

Stanley

Stanley Leading the Way

"I want to walk on THIS side of the street."
"And this is why... good place for a quick stop."
"Yeah, sure I'll come home for a bacon-flavored treat!"

Bet You Can't Do This!

Now the whole world knows I have a freakishly long tongue - thank a bunch Mom! This picture was taken as my rolly polly chin was being petted, and I (obviously) was cleaning my own snout! I'm gonna hide that camera!

Love and Wet Kisses,

Stanley

Pug Ripples

See me "swimming" in the water. Yeah, I know dogs can swim, but this is as far as I go! This is my private little beach at the park. I go in the water until in touches my belly - then get a big drink of water.

Mom took me here for 2 days in a row. She laughs because she doesn't have to coax me to walk down the steps that lead to outside when I know I'm going to the park - she lets go of the leash and I run down the stairs, and run to the car. I used to run to any car in our parking lot, but know I've learned which car gets me to where I want to go. I'm such a smart Pug!

Love and Wet Kisses,

Stanley

Alone For 3.25 Hours Today

I don't know where Mom went (maybe to the park without me), but I was home alone for 3.25 hours today. I hate to be alone. When she finally got home, she gave me a treat (chicken flavored!) and took me for a long walk... I had no choice but to forgive her.

I heard Mom talking on the phone tonight something about a Pug Play Group. I don't know all the details, but I think it's something I could be interested in. I love to play with other dogs! Especially Pugs! I met a cute Pug at the drive-in theater 3 weeks ago. Her name was Rosie. It seemed that I liked Rosie more than she liked me; isn't that the way it goes though? Anyways, I'll give you all the details on "Pug Play" just as soon I learn them.

Love and Wet Kisses,

Stanley

Dang... too short to order

Almost every day my mom and I walk past Dunkin' Donuts, but we've never stopped. Today no cars were at the drive-thru, so I was allowed to go inspect. The pictures of the sandwiches looked really yummy and I would have ordered one, had the speaker been a little lower - dang - couldn't quite reach it:( Don't feel sad for me though - I got a nice treat when we returned home. I'm so lucky that I got my treat, because just before we went on our walk, I almost got into the kitty litter, and I brought dirty socks from the bathroom to the livingroom. Mom kind of laughed about the socks but NOT the kitty litter. But when you are as adorable as I am, moms overlook many naughty things!

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