Nom de Plume

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

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 […]

NOOOOOOOO…..

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

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 […]

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 […]

(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 […]

“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 […]

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 […]

“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?”

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

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 […]

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 […]

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:

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 […]

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

“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.”

What do you mean, play some more?

No, thanks. We need to sleep now.

Another pug movie.

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