Green With. . . Embarrassment!

The Canine Mafiosos are green this St. Patrick's Day. They're green with embarrassment that it! On my recent shopping trip to Target, I discovered the $1 section had lots of St. Patrick's Day props. So, naturally, I grabbed what I could in order to deliver an awesome St. Patrick's Day post for you readers.

But you see, somehow Bruno got wind of my plans. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to scheduled himself a trip to San Francisco under the protective arms of his grandfather on the day I planned to do this photo shoot. Rats!


So I did what I could do...tortured the rest of the dogs. Only, as usual, Carmela was *not* having it. I'm used to it!

"Are you sure this hat makes me
look handsome?" asks Gino.

Yes, you look extraordinarily handsome. Now, get back on that blanket and lay down so I can get my shot!

"Um. . . is Bruno underneath
the hat?" asks Carmela.

"This is taking way too damn long.
More cookies. NOW!" demands Vinnie.

"Bruno? Are you under there,
meat head?" asks Carmela.

"I don't think this hat is for me," says Gino.
"I really need something that will bring
out the structure in my face."

Your face is flat, for Godsake's! YOU LOOK FINE. Now stop blocking Carmela and lay your pug butt down on that blanket so we can finish!




FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! Where did Gino go??

"He said something about
a wardrobe change, " informs Carmela.

"There!
That's better!
Now I'm smokin'!" exclaims Gino.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Pug Patrol

When Ryan works late nights, I always feel secure having Bruno around.

But I never stopped to think what an excellent job the Pugs do at protecting me from squirrels. Even from inside the house, their job never stops.

I am grateful for my cinnamon-bun-tailed-patrol.



Think about your dog(s) for one second...now, what are you grateful for?

Chihuahua Torture

Carmela and I sometimes don't get along. I don't know if it's a female thing, but we go can let days pass where we ignore each other. She's very attached to Ryan, so I'm sure she figures as long as she has him around, who needs me?

When I do notice her ignoring me, I bust out my camera. I like to pester her like that.

She especially hates it when I bring the lens to close to her. I suppose I could work in counter-conditioning her to not hate the lens, but you know what, it's too damn funny to do so.

First, she gives me a little lip-check warning.

"I've got teeth underneath these lips and
I will use 'em!"

Her little lip curls mean nothing to me, so she'll then resort to peace tactics.

"I'm asking you nicely to
STEP AWAY!"

But, being the little bi*#@ that she is, peaceful tactics don't last long with her. She quickly resorts back to threatening my jugular.

"I swear on my life...
I will slit your throat.
BACK OFF."

But see, she's a smart cookie. That's what I admire about her. In the true mafioso fashion, she realizes that the quickest way to elicit fear in your enemy is to hit 'em where it hurts.

"Step away from me and I won't
fart on your beloved Pug's head.
I'll do it, dammit!"