My aunt, uncle, grandma, three hairy-cousins and one fur-cousin are visiting for two weeks and I couldn't be more happy and exhausted at the same time.
I know this should be an occasion to post many pictures and adventures but I just can't afford to distract any minute from begging for food and getting crumbs off the floor with so many people around!
I'll be back soon!
(Now off to a 5-minute express nap)
Hello friends!
Last week was our company Christmas party at mom's boss' house. The list of guests was long, but the highlight of it was that it included "1 dog". Mom's boss was kind enough to consider my enjoyable presence at the party. If only my bossy sister wasn't also invited... she kept holding my leash, while I tried to beg (then harass if the beg didn't work) all other guests.
For my good behaviour I got an early present today. I was bottlefed with organic berry yogurt while playing "doll".
We wish you all a very special day today!
Love,
Coco and family
It's cold this morning. What should I wear today? Mom and I like the few cold days we have down here to wear boots (mom) and clothes (me).
Hello to all!
I think I am in big trouble.
There's a rumour at home about me not behaving lately.
Then there's pictures of my sister petting a big black pug yesterday.
Am I getting a pug sibling for Christmas? Don't do that to me, Santa. I need all of those bread crumbs on the floor for myself.
*whispering*
Thank you friends for the congrats on my gotcha day. I noticed that I received more hugs and kisses from mom than daddy received from her on any anniversary of theirs. Dad makes fun of mom because she tends to remember dates and the clothes she was wearing on special and not so special ocassions. Then he makes fun of her because mom remembers the day they met, the day they first went to this place, the day they went to that other place, the day he said this and that, the day she purchased that over there... and in the end, the don't celebrate any of those.
Anyway, my family decided to stay home all day yesterday... to let mom hug me all she wanted, I guess? Now, between you and me, it was torture. We had run out of carrots and green beans. Everytime they opened the fridge it was dissapointing. I couldn't even beg, it was almost empty! I couldn't nap, I couldn't get any snacks, I couldn't relax following everyone's steps...
And to make things worst, I had to babysit today.
*sigh*.
Hello friends!
Six years ago, mom and dad found me at a pet store, and I became mom's best Christmas present ever! That's what the t-shirt I am wearing says, and it features a pug! (Special thanks to my little sister for lending me her t-shirt.)
Hello friends,
Mom is about to have a nervous breakdown. She blames stress at work, lack of sleep and all the other normal responsibilities an almost 40-year old adult should know how to handle but she doesn't. But THAT is not the real problem.
The problem is that she finds me cuddly. She loooves to hug me, kiss me and pet me - and I used to let her do it. She swears it makes her stress go away.
Now, I've never been the type of guy that snuggles or kisses or sits on a lap. I like to be on my own; I like to focus on my upmost goal - food. With the addition of my little sister to the family, I've become interested in sports as well - stretching, jumping, hunting... and I aim to perfection.
Obviously, that leaves NO room for additional activities, like hugging, kissing or cuddling. Whenever mom calls me, I do not come. If she hugs me, I step back. A kiss? Maybe. Two kisses? Too much. I need all 4 senses focused on my goal.
Any advice on how to deal with an aging, overwhelmed,overbearing mother?
Thank you very much.
Caution: only a tiny bit of Thanksgiving dinner mixed with your kibble may cause loss of interest in anything not food-related and severe dish separation anxiety. Please seek help if the feeling of impairness to move away from the dish lasts more than four hours.
(* This REALLY happened. Actual patient, not an actor.)
Mom swears she'll lose weight if she walks every morning. Never mind that she has bread with butter for breakfast, that she orders peruvian food for lunch - which used to be enough for two or three meals but she now eats almost all of it - and that on most days she can't resist ordering also peruvian dessert with it.
Then, to make things worst, some mornings she comes back with an empty cup (one of those that have a green lady with wild hair and a star in the back) and a muffin or a bagel with cream cheese in the stroller. Even if she denies it, I can smell it.
We should switch diets, mom. How about some kibble with raw carrots for breakfast and dinner and 4 raw green beans for a snack, mother? What's that? Oh, sorry, we don't serve lunch.
Thank you for the birthday wishes for mom, friends. She got a carrot cake at work, for a little breakfast birthday celebration. Her co-workers didn't sing happy birthday because they didn't find any candles. And they are all men, the kind of men that jump straight to eat the cake before singing songs. Then, later at night, mom went to a restaurant with daddy and my sister. I didn't go because mom went straight from work. Daddy is the kind of men that don't think about the important details - like to bring the pug to a family dinner. Anyway, they had to eat as fast as possible because my sister was tired and making dinner unbearable for mom, dad, and all the other - unknown to them - restaurant guests. No chance to get a decent dessert to sing happy birthday with.
Today mom found what was left of the carrot cake in the refrigerator. We kids got all excited with the idea of finally singing happy birthday and eating cake (You guys now I love carrots - that's part of my daily diet).
Before mom got a chance to get her hands on the cake, daddy said:
"Let's throw that away. It is full of sugar and the kind of ingredients that make you fat".
Dad, are you kidding? That's why it IS a recipe for instant happiness, silly you!!! Bring the cake!
A week ago mom started to feel older and more tired than usual. Good timing, since today it is her birthday and she got closer to being forty years old.
A week ago, also, mom noticed a gray whisker on me. That's what you get when you share a house with an old lady like mom.
Good morning friends,
You may not have noticed, but little sister likes to play with dolls. Problem is, she doesn't have any - but she has ME. Yes, I've been dressed up with all sorts of pink and flowery clothing.
Long story short, this is what happened yesterday:
- I was about to be dressed with a purple tutu.
- I refused to wear it.
- Mom begged. I said "no way". Tantrum started.
- I suggested shopping therapy for the upset ladies (and/or babies)
- Three hours later, they came back from mom's favorite store.
- I approved the new clothes.
- End of story.
Today, my mother decided that her resolution for the next 365 days would be to exercise every morning - sort of like a two month early New Year's resolution for 2012, or a ten month late one for 2011. Odd, I know.
In our neighborhood, you can always see sporty people bicycling, walking, running or else. There's also older couples and new moms trying to get in shape.
Then there's the half-asleep lady wearing crocs that pushes a stroller with one hand and drags a pug with the other, in hope of loosing some weight.
Odd, I know.
Oh, how I wish sleep time was important for the little kid in my home. My parents and I have been struggling for a while with a stubborn girl who won't stop giggling and playing even while in bed. It is even causing problems between mom and dad. Why? Because dad tries to discipline her while mom just cracks up because my sister is very funny. I second mom but not to upset dad, I just grumble.
I spend hours by the bar because a little someone likes to hide things in the wine rack. This time, it is a piece of cheese and I am gonna get it!
A step by step guide for pugs:
1. Find yourself a human. The littlest, the better.
2. Stay close to your human at key hours: breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks.
3. Be aware of the menu. Snacks like cheerios are particularly easy to catch.
4. Do not pay any interest to comments such as: "how weird... the baby needs vitamines to supplement her diet. She seemed to be eating so well..."
5. Do not restrain yourself in any way: eat as much as you can. On your next vet visit you may be told that you are on a diet; thence, no more snacks for your little human.
6. Bon Apetit!
Dear dog, cat, human or reader in general,
I have noticed that this blog has more followers and I am very happy because I love making new friends. If you are new to our blog, you probably don't know that we can't comment on blogs because we use mom's almost-useless-cellphone to post and we keep up with other blogs using mobile blogger reader. Why don't we use a regular computer, you may ask?
Well, mom practices attachment parenting and that means that there's always a curious toddler and a hungry pug right by her side. She's pretty much very busy, tired and sleepy most of the time. And I can't reach the computer by myself!
Well, there's other things you may need to know. English is mom's second language. I am bilingual; I understand both english and spanish. But with mom typing for me... well, there's always mistakes and things that are supposed to be funny but really aren't. Forgive her, please.
Also, if you haven't read my story yet, there's a few links to my very first posts, MY LIFE.
Thank you all for reading us!
Mr. Coco,
Editor in Chief
"Who's that?"
"I don't know, but he kind of looks like you."
"Oh. Mom?!"
Hello friends,
Let me tell you all a short story. Before we moved into the house, dad told mom that the smallest bedroom should be for the baby. Mom agreed.
The day of the move, they realized that the crib didn't fit through the hallway. Two weeks later, mom decided to convert the crib into a toddler bed to finally move it into the bedroom. That sure was a wise desicion, not only because the baby almost never slept in the crib, but also because she was not going to sleep in the toddler bed either. She sleeps with mom and dad in the king sized bed and that's not about to change.
Therefore, I took over the toddler bed, against daddy's will. My mother and sister think it is cute that I sneak to sleep in there while daddy is not watching. For obvious reasons, I got to decorate the room as I pleased. Do you guys like it?
