Nom de Plume

It’s a long story and I don’t want to jinx it. In any case, here’s a very blurry video of the two puglets who are, uh, enthusiastic for one another.
Pug Love

“What was that stuff in the big tupperware container?” Steve asked a few days ago.
“Harry’s dog food,” I said. “The stuff I made.”
There was a pause.
“Well, it didn’t taste very good.”
In case you missed it, I’ve crossed over from being a pug enthusiast to being a pug maniac and have started making Harry’s food. […]

The thing you have to understand about Harry is that if it’s not one thing, it’s another. We seem to lurch from condition to condition. The moment one seems to be resolved, poof! there’s another. Over the summer, he poked the middle of his eyeball. Then, in the fall, he developed monstrous lip warts. In […]

Pug: $800
Getting lip warts removed from pug: $127.32
Giving removed lip warts to boyfriend as birthday gift: Priceless

Harry is beginning to have more wart than face. He’s getting them removed tomorrow.

I was making soap this evening when I realized that my furry little wartbomb wasn’t under my feet as usual. I looked for him inside. No Harry. I looked for him outside. No Harry. I walked the entire neighborhood and alley with a 10-pound flashlight. I even scoured the alley, and his favorite kitty poop […]

“What are you doing?” I asked suspiciously. Steve was surfing the Web, with Harry on his lap. He never puts Harry on his lap. Usually, he never even touches him — especially now that Harry has two barnacle-like monstrosities on his lower lip. We’ve taken to calling him Barnacle Harry (after Davy Jones’ crew in […]

Poor Harry. He doesn’t have a lot going for him. He’s fat, not too bright, somewhat nearsighted, and dumber than a stump. The one thing he has always had in his favor, though, is that he’s pretty darn cute.
But now he has lip warts. And they’re, shall we say, disfiguring. “Take close-ups of his warts,” […]

While we were gone, Nicki took care of Harry. She just sent me this picture, which is pretty darn cute. The dog in front is Sasha, the latest addition to her household. Sasha is a very smart little dog — and even more of an accomplished escape artist than Willie.

I’ve been coming to All City Coffee in Georgetown in the mornings. Free wireless, not too crowded, a squishy couch — it’s a great getaway as Steve is hammering, nailing, sawing, and generally causing a racket. Dogs run wild around the place too, and so this morning, I trundled Harry in the car. He’s having […]

It’s infected again. We’re back to a drop every two hours, and calling the vet in the morning.

Otherwise known as a lesson in how to attain white trashhood.
Steve chopped the sleeves off an old t-shirt. (Personally, I’m not sure why, but whatever. He says it’s a work shirt.)
Then he made Harry a wifebeater tee out of the remains.

Knock on wood, it seems to be doing better.

Yesterday around 2, I noticed that Harry’s left eye was completely clouded over. I rushed him to the vet. It was hot, and Harry was panting in the passenger seat, even with the AC running full blast. The vet took one look and said that it was very serious — swollen, infected, and with a […]

Pathetic.

We are dogsitting for our neighbor Nicki. (You may have guessed his name is Willie.) He’s a love, but is also an accomplished escape artist. He disappeared twice yesterday. The first time, I think he pushed his way through the screen door. This is based on the fact that Harry kept on trying to push […]

What does Harry do while I work? Oh yeah, he’s heads down too, completely bewitched.