I am such a pane in the glass!
I am such a pane in the glass!
Here is how I Photoshopped the original photo, just in case that one is too confusing… or gives you seizures… or whatever…
Just more random pictures of the two baby pug girls we babysat over the Thanksgiving holidays. The good news is, you get to see baby pugs.
And their surprisingly large tongues…
The bad news is that you also get to look at pictures of me in my sweat pants, fuzzy sweatshirt, short black socks, and slippers… with a pug on my belly.
Hey, don’t judge me… it was my day off, and I am an old white guy.
No, that isn’t my junk, it is just a fold in my sweat pants where my pocket got rolled up. This is a family-friendly blog, damn it! I could have gotten rid of this picture… but look at her little feet!!! She is sitting on her legs and her feet are sticking out.
Is that the cutest thing ever or what?
Or maybe the second cutest thing, because there is my younger daughter, Mollie, with two pugs on her belly! And one is sitting on the other. It is a pile of cuteness!
If you are a toy alligator around baby pugs, your life-expectancy is about two-and-a-half minutes, tops.
Okay, I still have more pics on my phone.
So we will see you later… unless you don’t like dogs… in which case, I don’t care to see you at all. HA!
Maybe that can be the disguise he uses, you know, if he has to go into the witless… uh… witness protection program.
You are the only reason I can keep coming to work. Believe me, it isn’t the money that keeps me coming back.
Making you all laugh makes me laugh, and keeps me sane.
I will miss you when I am at my mom’s house in the Bay Area for a long and much-needed vacation over the Christmas holidays…
And for those of you who have to work my shifts, I am truly sorry. I will get drunk for you, I promise, and think about you while I am.
Just as a technical note, I think I took all these photos one right after the other. I zoomed in a little on some. Mostly all I did was touch the screen on my phone in some of them to activate the auto focus thing. It is funny how different it makes the pictures.
So, I guess I better start telling the story of our weird Thanksgiving week. As I mentioned, there were multiple trips to the emergency room… three to be precise. My younger daughter Mollie, seen above, home from college for the holiday week, snuggling the two baby girl pugs, was the first victim. She has had stomach troubles for years. She has to eat a special no-fat diet. All the symptoms pointed to gallbladder problems, but unless the doctors actually spotted gallbladder stones, they couldn’t positively diagnose it. Well, she had to be rushed to the hospital, but it turned out to be good news, because the sonogram finally showed those elusive stones. She will probably be having the gallbladder removed.
To make a long story short, my wife threw her back out of Thanksgiving morning. That was trip two. And, right after turkey dinner, my wife’s Uncle drove himself to urgent care for… a thing.
All this was going on while we were babysitting the pugs for my wife’s sister.
And, once again, do not let these pictures of the rare moments when the pugs were relaxing fool you into thinking they are just little angels.
I know, they are, but they are little devils too.
And that happens much more often than this does.
Most of the time they were tearing up anything they could get their teeth and claws into. Sure, it is okay when it is one of their toys, but mostly, it wasn’t.
And I remind you, getting down to their level for some floor-selfies is taking your life into your hands.
Also, they are very hard to photograph, because they hardly ever stand still.
To top it all off, our two dogs wanted to play with the puppies, but because the little dogs hadn’t had their shots yet, they had to stay outside for days, trying frantically to get in. All of this was going on during pie baking, and studying for midterms, and working, and a lot of other things. It was not a relaxing week.
Okay, this is a long story… involving trips to the emergency room… (yes, that is plural)… dogs of various sizes, a crazy Thanksgiving holiday, one of my amazing daughters, and some other stuff.
But the vortex of this story swirls and whirls around these two little… uh… sweet maniacs.
Is there anything better than having two baby girl pugs snuggling in your lap?
Not much that I can think of.
But seriously, do you think this is the way baby pugs are most of the time?
No, they aren’t. This is what happens when you lay down on the floor to take some selfies with two little pugs.
They are sharp-teethed, sharp-clawed little psychopaths who move at the speed of light.
They want to dig your face open with those sharp little claws. They chew on everything they can reach with those sharp little teeth.
These two also have a penchant for trying to stick their tongues up your nostrils if given half a chance.
But then, they start to wear themselves out.
And that is when the magic happens.
To tell this story about how we ended up with these pugs temporarily, and all else that transpired, will take some time… hence the number ‘1’ in the title of this post. But don’t worry. I have a lot more pictures of the pugs.