Posts Tagged ‘muzzle’

HALP.

OMG you guys my Moms is so EMBARRASSING.  Like, look at her!  All cuddly and smothering with her eyes all closed and I THINK SHE IS INHALING MY EAR SMELLS.  Doesn’t she know that I’m an ADULT now!  JEEZ LOUISE, MOM!

Like, it’s okay when my one true love Miss Timothy Buttons inhales my ear smells.  In fact, I wish she’d do it more often.  I inhale Timothy’s ear smells ALL THE TIME but when I ask T-Buttz to inhale my ear smells she’s always like “I’M A BUSY LADY, SIDDHARTHA” and then she goes and chases after her stupid laser pointer or something and when I REMIND her that the laser pointer ain’t gonna tuck her in at night she’s all like “I’M A 21ST CENTURY WOMAN! I CAN TUCK MYSELF IN!” and before I can say anything back she runs into the other room and burrows under a blanket so I just take a deep breath and let her have her space but then, like, fifteen minutes later, after I’ve moved on and started chewin’ on my antler, I suddenly feel her absurdly long tongue floppin’ against the side of my head and and her pretty, pretty muzzle pressed right up against my ear and then I hear her nose take a deep breath…and when she’s done inhaling my ear smells I say, “Timothy Buttons, you complete me.”

“A Timothy Buttons by any other name would smell as sweet.”

Monday Mug-shot


Sid wanted to use today’s mug-shot to prove that he’s not just some shallow, flash-in-the-pan matinee idol.

From Sid’s tech notes:  “Dear Mom.  Please use a grainy film to reflect the gritty, grimy reality of the pug’s existence, and shoot it in black-and-white, because black-and-white means it’s art.  Also, please keep in mind when framing the photo that the secrets of the universe lie within the depths of my nose flap.  But don’t make that point too overt – let people “get it” themselves when they stare into the depths of my nose flap.  Duh.  I’ll accept payment in treats, thank you very much.

Flap-flip Friday!

Today’s marvelous flap-flip celebrates the arrival of Sid’s new friend, Carla!  Carla’s cousin Carlos checked in this morning, too, but he must be camera-shy or something.  He’s hiding on the inside of Sid’s muzzle flap, right above Carla, the extrovert. Apparently the recently-evicted Carl sent post cards home to his entire extended family, and now they’re all eager to vacation on Sid’s face.  Can you blame them?  Look at that mug!

Cubby and Carl

Sid has a new best friend.  He also has a new gigantic wart on his muzzle.

Sid named his best friend “Cubby.”  We named his ginormous wart “Carl.”

Cubby’s here to stay, but we’re hoping that Carl can find a ticket on the next train home to Wartsville.

But, you know what? If Carl decides to stick around for a while, that’s fine with us.  Just as Sid’s love for Cubby can withstand a broken squeaker or a dousing of Timothy drool, Carl’s warty presence could never diminish our love for Sid.  We love this pug, warts and all!

Mister Whisker

The distinguished gentlepug keeps his whiskers cropped close to the muzzle and his turkey-leg toy held close to the chest.” – “The Distinguished Gentlepug’s Handbook for Living”, 4th Edition, 1922.