Entries Tagged with Pug
May 17th, 2007
Pugly has managed to catch Kennel Cough again even though he’s been vaccinated. He was up all night the last two nights coughing and yesterday morning, he vomited. So instead of daycare, I took him to the vet. The vet put him on home rest and quarantine. No daycare and no visiting the neighborhood dogs.
However, he doesn’t seem to have lost his energy. He’s been chasing his tail and looking for birds and neighbors to bark at. Nor has he lost his appetite. He’s been on carpet patrol looking for morsels or even things he’s not supposed to eat like plastic or shoes.
In fact, Tuesday morning as I was pulling out of the driveway, I looked into the living room window, I saw Pugly standing on the coffee table. So, there I was stopped in the street, sitting in my Jeep, fussing at Pugly, telling him to get off the coffee table and there he was, staring at me from the living room coffee table through the window.
That probably went on for about 3 or 4 minutes.
And you know he could see me, pointing at him and gesturing for him to get down. And he was just standing there, mocking me, letting me know that when I wasn’t home, Pugs apparently are allowed on the coffee table.
He did get down and run to perch on his ottoman in front of the window before I drove away, but the message had been passed along.
And later that night…he was eating a paper towel…so he can’t be that sick, right?
Tags: the puppy, Pug, dog, photo blogging, Kennel Cough, quarantine, flickr
May 11th, 2007
My mother thought a good idea for a Mother’s Day present for my grandmother would be a framed photo of myself with Pugly, but she said that the photos I’ve taken of myself with the wigs on are all so fun that I should do the portrait with a wig on. O.K. No problem. In New Orleans, I used to do the costume wigs and costume stuff all of the time.
O.K. This is Maine. Definitely not the same as New Orleans.
And rural Maine? You cannot go out of your front door wearing a blue page wig, a Indian-made blouse, and blue jeans and carrying a tripod, a camera and a Pug and not have every single one of your neighbors come to the edge of your yard and stare like you’re about to climb up a water tower with a rifle or something.
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Tags: Pug, dog, the puppy, neighbors, dress up, New Orleans, rural, Maine, Mother\\\'s Day, family
May 7th, 2007
I had a bit of a scare this morning. Pugly and I headed off to the garage to load up the Jeep and drive off to daycare and work when the most upsetting weirdness occurred.
At first I thought Pugly was just being his playful self and was going to make me chase him when he wouldn’t get in the car, but soon it was quite evident that Pugly wasn’t being playful at all. There was no wag of the tail, no silly, bounciness in his movements, no mischievous light in his eyes.
Pugly looked at me as if he didn’t know who I was. He looked around the garage as if he had never seen it before. He peered into the house as if he had never been there. He wouldn’t come near me. Occasionally he would look at the open car door as if for a brief moment he would recall that there was something about it that he was supposed to remember but for the most part, he just hid under the Jeep or a few arms’ lengths away.
I tried luring him to me with sweet talk and a meaty treat, but he would only take a treat that had been put on the floor and abandoned. He would not come near me. It was making me tear up.
Finally I lured him back into the house using a trail of treats and trapped him in a smaller room where I was able to pick him up. He was terrified and trembling. His tail was uncurled, his eyes wide with fear and teary. I hugged him and whispered over and over that everything was o.k. I gave him more treats.
This whole event took 30 minutes. Eventually I did take him to daycare. I pet him with one hand the whole way and kept reassuring him, but I was never quite sure if he was o.k., if my Pugly was back, if he knew who I was or how much I love him. The whole thing is very upsetting.
It really wasn’t until we got to doggy daycare that he started to recognize his surroundings and started acting like himself. He even gave me a kiss good-bye before running off to play with his friends. The manager there tried to assure me that probably he just got spooked in the garage and that’s why he was acting weird. I hope so. It was so strange. Like to broke my heart.
Tags: Pug, the puppy, temporary amnesia
May 2nd, 2007
This is the type of dog treat that made Wookie so sick. IAMS tartar treats are allegedly 100% edible and digestible. And… supposedly, they are also hard enough that they won’t break into chunks large enough to disrupt digestion.
The treats puff up when they get wet, so Wookie had two 1″ x 1.5″ pieces, floating around (chewed - but undigested) in his stomach for nine days. The pieces resembled wet particle board. The “treat” caused him diarrhea, vomiting and severe abdominal pain. He lost over 10% of his body weight in a week and is still an inpatient at Virginia Tech’s teaching hospital.
So far, we’ve spent $1500.00 and made seven vet visits. (and even now… we’re not 100% sure he’s OK)
If you have dogs… please think twice about giving them these treats. It just isn’t worth the risk.
Uploaded by letskyce on 2 May ‘07, 8.01am EDT.
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Tags: IAMS Tartar treat, Pug, puppy, dog, diarrhea, vomiting, severe abdominal pain, Virginia Tech, Wookie
April 27th, 2007
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Don’t forget to stop by the Friday Ark too.
Tags: photo blogging, Pug, the puppy, Friday Ark, flickr
April 25th, 2007
According to Flickr’s mysterious “interestingness” formula, this is my 100th most interesting photo today:
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As you can see, Pugly is trying to eat that tree. He’s such a nature-loving, quirky, silly little dog.
Tags: photo blogging, Pug, the puppy, flickr, interestingness, 100th interesting photo
April 23rd, 2007
Pugly had a lazy Sunday yesterday.
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Tags: Pug, dog, puppy, photo blogging
April 22nd, 2007
Yesterday was the first sunny Saturday of Spring after a month of false starts and Spring snow snowstorms and Nor’Easters. And while I admit that I understand that Winter came late and wanted to stick around awhile, my Seasonal Affective Disorder was really tired of it all, despite the lovely photographs I managed to take.
So, with Spring literally in the air, while my new neighbors were blowing the remnants of last Fall’s leaves into my yard, Pugly and I hopped in the Jeep and headed down to Portland to the Eastern Prom where everyone and their dog was out and about enjoying the day. Pugly and I took end the sights of the Eastern Prom Trail near East End Bench including The Maine Narrow Gauge Railroad. Pugly saw the beach for the first time and got slapped in the face by a wave for the first time, much to his surprise. 
All in all, a great day.
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Tags: The Maine Narrow Gauge Railroad, Eastern Prom, East End Beach, Portland, Maine, Spring, photo blogging, Pug
February 21st, 2007
I thought maybe a health update was in order too.
My MRI came back all normal. Well, except that I have gallstones. Huh. The GI guy said I need to have my gallbladder removed. Gosh, I wish someone had told me that before. ;) Anyway, no renegade gallstones; they’re all in my gallbladder, huddled together awaiting the big surgery day.
The surgery is now scheduled for March 23rd. The surgeon had to be out of town on the 16th. Oy. But at least my mother is coming to visit and now at least I won’t be spending my birthday recovering from surgery and she won’t spend her birthday flying 12 hours to be hear for my surgery. She’s already talking about all of the lobster she’s going to eat. Ick.
However, this did get me worried about what I can eat after surgery. So far no one has mentioned an after gallbladder surgery diet. Everything I’ve seen on the web about it has basically said low-fat healthy diet. Well, I already eat that way, but I’m talking about the day and week after the surgery. I want to make sure my fridge is stocked correctly so I’m not having to go to the grocery store with discharge instructions in hand after the surgery and worse, try to tell my mother where the grocery store is here because she gets lost way easier than I do and she will surely buy the wrong brands.
Yes, I’m a worrier.
And since we’re on the subject of worrying. Well, I got to worrying about this wart and cough my Pugly developed. It didn’t seem like kennel cough but the wart is inside his mouth and it’s ugly and big and white and came on quite sudden. So, I took him to the vet Saturday. Turns out he’s got this contagious puppy kissing wart disease. Apparently there’s no treatment except time. It’s contagious to puppies under two years but after they’ve let it run its course, they’re immune. The cough is because the warts are in his throat and some puppies get it so bad that it interferes with their eating and the warts have to be removed, but then they aren’t immune.
So, he got this disease from some hussy puppies at the daycare…I’m telling you, they love him. And now he has to stay home until they go away. It could take weeks or months.
The first few days he was well-behaved but yesterday he was very destructive. I don’t know how the cats or the house or even he is going to survive.
On top of that, it turns out he’s gained 4 pounds at daycare. My mom thinks, and probably rightly so, that they are giving him treats. I’ve been so careful about his food intake, but he’s gained about a pound a month! That’s a lot for a small dog! The vet says he has to go on a diet. The poor thing is obsessed with food. I don’t know how he’ll survive.
Tags: gallbladder, gallstones, surgery, Pug, dog
January 3rd, 2007
Pugly hates riding in the car. I haven’t figured out why. He generally likes wherever we go — doggy daycare, Planet Dog, visiting folks. However, he hates the ride. He generally sits with his little head pressed against the seat, either with his eyes closed or staring at me with those puppy-dog “are we there yet” eyes.
Sometimes I think he’s just motion sick. He’s thrown up a couple of times.
But then other times I think he’s just afraid of my driving. He seems most to dislike the curves. Kind of hurts my feelings to think about.
Either way, I always feel bad and I try to pet him at stops and talk to him and tell him where we are going and how much fun we are going to have when we get there. He always seems relieved when the car turns off.
Tags: Pug, the puppy, project365, photo blogging, photoaday
December 13th, 2006
O.K. So Pugly had this toy duck. You couldn’t touch the thing without it making a distinctive “quack quack quack quack” sound. And no, that didn’t bother me.
What bothered me was that we went through two of them in fairly short order, such was his love of this plush toy duck.
First, the wings would be viciously pulled off. Then then neck would be ripped open. Then there would be stuffing everywhere. Then Pugly would eat the stuffing. Generally, the duck seemed to meet its end when my parents were around, by the way. I guess they just encourage him to destroy his beloved toys more than I do.
Anyway, once Pugly starts eating the stuffing, the duck has to be taken away. I’m fairly sure that all of that cotton fuzz is bad for Pug tummies. Over the weekend, I found where my parents had hidden the last duck when they took him away, so I dumped the mutilated duck into the trash can in the kitchen.
Little did I know that for the rest of the weekend…every time I’d put something into the trash in there…there’d be this faint, tell-tale sound…”quack quack quack quack”.
And Pugly would come running from the living room where he was keeping watch out the big picture window for home invaders like cardinals or blue jays. He’d look around the kitchen with wide brown bewildered eyes as I tried to look innocent. “Nope, no duck in here.”
And then I’d forget about it until the next moment of discarding. “quack quack quack quack.”
And all I could think about was Edgar Allen Poe’s Tell-Tale Heart and how this must be the kind of torture is had been for the poor man. Even now that the trash has moved out to the garage, I can here the faint sounds of “quack quack quack quack” in my dreams and see Pugly’s big brown eyes…
Tags: the puppy, Pug
December 11th, 2006
Me + Pug + Leash + Driveway + Ice = Bad Idea
Tags: Winter, Pug, the puppy
December 8th, 2006
Those of us in the Little Red House woke up this morning to discover that a blanket of snow had covered our yard overnight. (Pictures to follow tonight when I get home.) How we discovered it is that I woke up to take little Pugly out for his morning pee-pee, put my Crocs and coat on and led him on the leash to the backdoor, which when opened revealed a great white cold from the back steps to the pine trees.
I blinked.
Pugly blinked and took a few tentative steps onto the snow covered stoop.
You must recall that little Pugly was only born last March.
He just stood there looking at this bizarre transformation of the backyard. He seemed reluctant to proceed.
I led him down the steps and he just stood at the bottom staring at this vast whiteness like “What the hell?”
Eventually I convinced him that he had to pee-pee after much prodding. However, this experience apparently was distasteful and no amount of convincing would lead to a poo-poo in the snow moment as well, which unfortunately led to a spanking immediately after we went inside and he poo-poo’d on my music room rug.
Poor little Pugly. It’s going to be a long, cold, wet Winter.
Tags: Pug, the puppy, snow, little red house
October 8th, 2006
Well, Friday night, Pugly came home from doggy daycare with a hoarse bark and a really bad cough. Since Pugs are apt to have respiratory issues, clearly I was worried. So, we headed to the vet yesterday morning. Apparently, he picked up kennel cough from some questionable puppy at the doggy daycare. Poor thing.
So unfortunately for him, not only does he feel bad, he has an extra runny nose and this sad little bark, but he has to stay home for two weeks. No interaction with the apartment complex dogs either. Plus, I get to give him antibiotics and liquid Benadryl.
He can’t go back to doggy daycare until the vet gives him a clean bill of health and they give him a kennel cough vaccination. That’s not from the doggy daycare folks; it’s from the vet. I know he’s going to miss doggy daycare. He loves playing all day with other dogs and he hates his kennel. I’m certainly not looking forward to the daily fight of trying to get him out from under the sofa to go in his kennel.
Tags: the puppy, Pug, kennel cough
October 6th, 2006
Don’t forget to check out the Friday Ark!
Tags: Pug, the puppy, Friday Ark
September 27th, 2006
Well, here’s proof that Pugly made it to Niagra Falls. He was very popular while we were there. All of the children wanted to pet him and we were stopped many times by paparazzi wanting to take pictures of “the cutest Pug ever” — their words not mine, I swear.
Tags: Pug, the puppy, Niagra Falls, New York
September 21st, 2006
O.K. So, Pugly and I are hopefully leaving this afternoon/evening via U.S. Airways for Ohio to go meet up with my parents and see my Aunt and gramma. I say hopefully because the carrier I ordered from online that fit the U.S. Airways measurments was too small for Pugly. Seriously, there was no way he was going in it. Since there had been all kinds of problems getting it and it finally arrived on Monday…I had to buy another rather expensive one on Tuesday in desperation. This one does not meet the measurements.
I am prepared to start crying in the airport should they either insist on putting him in the cargo hold or insist he can’t come. And trust me…when I cry, it’s not pretty but generally I get my way.
It’s possible that I can take out part of the metal frame of the carrier to make it a little more squishy to fit under the seat, which will be part of my argument. I’m hoping there aren’t many people flying tonight.
Also, Pugly just keeps having set backs in house training and I’m all worried about what he might do at my Aunt’s because she’s been very vocal about that. So, yesterday, Pugly got some pee-wee pants. I keep trying to tell him how handsome he looks in them but he wasn’t feeling well last night and I don’t think he bought it. I’ll try to get a picture when my camera isn’t packed.
And then there’s that. Pugly isn’t feeling well. His stomach is all upset. He didn’t even eat yesterday. Last night he had horrible gas. I know this because he slept next to me with his butt in my face on my pillow legs up and askew. We had to get up and go outside a couple of times for emergency poo-poos but there wasn’t anything that same out. He didn’t eat breakfast either. I don’t know if he sees the luggage and there was all the house cleaning and he’s worried he’s going to get left somewhere again.
Anyway, hopefully we’ll be on a plane tonight and visiting with family over the next few days. I’m not taking a computer and I don’t know what my Internet access will be, if any, so don’t expect any reports until next week. I’ve gone ahead and set up some quote of the days for you to keep you entertained while we’re gone though.
But if you hear about a red-headed woman and a pug terrorist pair being arrested in Portland today…call us a lawyer — it was just dog treats and Diet Coke.
Tags: U.S. Airways, Pug, the puppy, travel
