Foster Pug 2

Saturday, March 29th, 2008

She has the rather unfortunate name of Peaches, but she’s really a love.

Disgrace

Thursday, March 6th, 2008

I have actually let a whole month go by without blogging. Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s longer than a month, but I’ve been focusing on the fact that my February 2008 listing in the archives will be … missing. Oh well, such is life. And life is good. The shack is shacky (more on that […]

Harry Goes to the Spa

Saturday, January 5th, 2008

NOOOOOOOO…..

Now I don’t sell soap, but wouldn’t these be great Pug Sudz product shots?

New Kitchen Windows

Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008

Mr Demo didn’t like the old windows he installed, so he put in new ones. It’s hard to tell from my pictures, but this is a huge improvement. I didn’t even mind the old ones, but then again, I didn’t have the vision. As I keep being reminded.

And while I’m uploading pictures, here’s a snap […]

I stink.

Monday, November 5th, 2007

It’s been a long, long time. I’m chock full of excuses for not updating the blog, but basically it comes down to one thing: Sheer laziness. Here’s a brief recap:
1) Amazingly, the ranch didn’t burn. The fire was only about two miles away, but everyone stayed and were fine. I was pretty useless for a […]

A simple equation

Monday, October 8th, 2007

(harry)(foster pug)*(steve)(nightshift)=crazy pug lady
To explicate: I am fostering a pug for Seattle Pug Rescue. He’s a little, erm, bundle of energy named Obie. He and Harry get along just fine, though sometimes Harry has to put the smackdown on the rambunctious puppyness. Which secretly thrills me because most of the time, Harry just lets Obie […]

On not having cabinet doors

Sunday, August 19th, 2007

“Harry can’t play with Sasha and Willy any more,” Steve said this morning.
“Why?” I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and preparing to stagger into the kitchen for coffee.
“They’re a bad influence.”
Indeed. Mr Potsticker pulled the flour off the bottom shelf and proceeded to wreak havoc.

And as if that weren’t enough, he […]

“Don’t disturb me; I’m thinking deep thoughts here.”

Tuesday, August 14th, 2007

Oh yeah, Steve HATES pugs.

Saturday, August 11th, 2007

I’m dogsitting for Nicki while she’s in Italy. Willie’s eye was all goopy (it was cheatgrass, embedded in his eye, owie), so I took him to the vet, where I started talking to a woman who fosters pugs for Seattle Pug Rescue. I’ve been meaning to volunteer for ages–but first Harry got sick, then I […]

“I hate the dog” # 569

Tuesday, July 17th, 2007

“Where’s my puppy?” Steve demanded the other night. “I need to snuggle.”
“I thought you hated him.”
“I do. I hate the little bastard. Now where is he?”

Am I going to be arrested?

Wednesday, June 13th, 2007

Harry discovers Geoff’s empty beer bottle–and I find that I’m an enabler.

Dog Daze of Summer

Monday, June 4th, 2007

You wouldn’t know it today–which is damp and drizzly–but yesterday was HOT. Steve and I took the dog around Seward Park, and then the two of us collected bathing suits and hit the open waters of Lake Washington. We left Harry at home. When we got back, this is what we found:

We puttered around the […]

For Becky, who has forbidden me from discontinuing the book posts

Saturday, May 26th, 2007

What I’ve read this week:
Joanna Martin plows through the records, letters, and other documents of her ancestors, the Fox Strangways, to deliver a portrait of women and children of the 18th and early 19th centuries. Then we plow through 356 very long pages of Wives and Daughters: Women and Children in the Georgian Country […]

Tennis Pro Harry

Friday, May 25th, 2007

Harry’s latest obsession is tennis balls, which somehow or another he manages to cram in his mouth. He wanders around the house like this:

So, how’s YOUR day going?

Thursday, February 22nd, 2007

1. I hate cleaning. I really hate cleaning under duress, i.e., when my mother outlaw is coming for a visit. On a related note, why is it that when men don’t clean, they’re just being men–and when women don’t clean, they’re slothful pigs?
2. If the house across the street is repossessed, it will be auctioned […]

Sushi Pug

Wednesday, February 21st, 2007

Next time you order takeout sushi? And the wasabi packet falls on the floor? And the dog chews it?
Need I say more?

Thursday Evening Conversation Snippet

Friday, January 19th, 2007

“He stinks,” Dave said, burying his nose in Harry’s fur.
“Yep,” I said. “It’s a pug thing.”
He took a deeper sniff. “No, he really stinks.
“You get used to it.”
Sniff. “No, I mean he REEKS.”
“Then why don’t you stop smelling him?”
“I can’t.”

A long, hard day

Friday, January 12th, 2007

What do you mean, play some more?

No, thanks. We need to sleep now.

Do I want to live with this every day all day?

Friday, January 12th, 2007

Another pug movie.

Harry might get a little brother

Thursday, January 11th, 2007

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