Allow Me To Introduce Myself (Part 3)

Last but not least, we now view Gino's opinion on this baby situation. Since he's a Pug of few words, his opinion is succinct.  His choice of word to describe the baby?


AWESOME.

 

What's not to love?  The baby's face is a constant source of food!  This miniature human constantly had dried milk on his face.  And who else would be better suited to provide a spit-shine job free of charge?

"Alright kid, buckle up. 

Your face is gonna shine like a diamond when I'm done!"

I don't think the baby quite enjoys Gino's attempts at keeping his face sparkling clean. But who am I to tell Gino he can't continue to help?

"That's right! I'm the best helper you'll ever have!"

And speaking of Pugs, I am afraid to inform you readers that Vinnie's influence on the baby has finished uploading.    I now have a kid AND a Pug who constantly stick their tongues out.  Sigh.

Persian Ponderings

"What is this?" asks Maggie.

"It has a flat face. . ."

"And bug eyes. . .

Wait a minute!

You brought home another ugly Pug, didn't you?!"

"Hey!" exclaims Gino.

"I resent your comments!

I happen to think I look better in a onesie."

Everybody's Feeling It!

Looks like my raging pregnancy hormones are spreading!  :-D

The Dogfather

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?

Pug Island

Ever felt so grumpy that you just wanted to get away from everything and everyone? To the point where you wished you had your own island free from others? Yeah, it's that kind of day today.

Monday Madness

Posting on Tuesday and Thursdays has caused me to become backlogged on other tasks I need to complete around the house. I only realized this as I prepared to get dressed this morning and realized I have no clean clothes due to fiddle dicking on the internets all day Saturday and Sunday.

So readers, please forgive me, but I will have to post one weekly adventure from here on out. I will post every Wednesday. Every one needs a little pick me up on Wednesdays, right? The weekend is oh so near and we've gotten to the worst of the week over. All we need is a little push to remind us we can make it until Friday. And The Mafiosos will diligently give you that push. :-)

And, because I have no clever caption or reasoning behind this moment, I present to a famous "What the hell?!" Mafioso moment to help you survive Monday.

Skillz

The Mafiosos took one last outing to the river before the weather gets too chilly and makes water activities impossible.

While in the water, Bruno showed off his awesome stick fetching skills. I didn't post any pictures of said display because, well, I don't want to give Bruno a big head. Wait, correct that! I don't want to give him a bigger head. But he did manage to show off some other skills I was unaware of and these I did document.


For instance, he decided to show off his awesome water-jowls skill:






He also decided to show off his amazing water-ears skill:

"Yeah, I pretty much have
like tons of skills, " informs Bruno.

"Uh oh," says Carmela.
Gino's trying to show off his stick skills."





"Get ready for a
testosterone-filled challenge," warns Carmela.





"That's right!" exclaims Gino.
"I have mad stick skills!"

"Acknowledge my mad stick skills, Bruno!"
demands Gino.

"He's still behind me isn't he?" asks Bruno.

"Dammit!
LOOK AT MY STICK!" screams Gino.

"Oh, Lord.
Now Bruno's really done it.
You better have your camera ready, Ma!"

What the?! Is that a submarine? A snorkeler?

"Nah, it's just Gino showing off," explains Vinnie.

School's Out For Suuuummmmmerrrrr!

We're fortunate to live near a school yard and summer break is still in progress. This means we can take The Mafiosos out to romp in the large fields more often. Which means I see more ridiculous Mafioso spats.

"What the heck are those two
knuckleheads running towards?" asks Carmela.

"Hey, buttface!" screams Gino.
"Slow your freakishly large head down!
What the hell got into you??"






"I GOTTA GO!
I SEE A..."





"BALL!"






"My ball! My beautiful ball!
It's all mine!"






"MA! Bruno took off and found a ball,
which he then popped!
And then he...oh.
You already knew? Darn.
Alright, I'll find something else to tattle on him about!

War In The Morning

"Zzzzzzzzzz..."

Carmela! WAKE UP!

We're waiting for you to get up so we can start eating breakfast.

"Alright, alright!
I'm up. Jesus, it's bright in here!"

"Why do we always have to wait for her
in order to start breakfast?
It makes me sad to be so hungry!"

"Yeah, seriously.
I'm starving!" shouts Vinnie.

"Because, fart knockers," explains Carmela.
"The rule is: ladies first."

"Wait...you're a lady?!" asks Gino.

"Lemme clean my ear out...
I could've sworn I heard you wrong.
I could've sworn you said I wasn't a lady!" accuses Carmela.





"Yup. That's what I kind of said," replies Gino.





"THIS IS WAR!" declares Carmela.





"War?" asks Gino.
"More like a light massage.
You barely pack a punch!"

(notice a very worried fawn Pug in background)




"For breakfast, I want
ROASTED BLACK PUG!"





"Apologize or I'll go straight
for your jugular!" threatens Carmela.





"Apologize!" screams Vinnie.
"She's stressing me out!"

FLH Prologe

The previous blog entry has a story to be told. You see, Bruno finally decided he had enough and took a stand. It was a great day indeed.


It all started with the request for some constructive critcisim.

"Hey Gino," says Bruno.
"If I scrunch my face up like this,
does it make my freakishly large heard look smaller?"

"Um, lemme look at it from this angle
in the light," offers Gino.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to say no.
In fact, it looks bigger.
Like you've started taking head steroids or something."

:::sobs:::
I'm just going to bury my freakishly large head
and never hold it high again!"






"I can still see your freakishly large head, stupid.
No amount of dirt can cover that thing," says Gino.





"Oh, and you're also ugly.
And your breath stinks.
And your momma wears combat boots."





"Don't talk about my momma!
I'll eat you alive Pug!" threatens Bruno.

ATTACK!

"AHHHHH! I take it back!
I just realized we have the same momma!!" screams Gino.

"Good! Now, take back what you
said about my head!" shouts Bruno.

"No! Hell no!" screams Gino.
"I can't take back the truth!"





"Yes, YOU WILL!" shouts Bruno.

"No, I WON'T! screams Gino.
"Don't make me call my back up!
BACK UP! I NEED YOU!"







"Do we have a
problem here Bruno?" asks Vinnie.






"Uh...no, not at all.
I'll just be on my way," replies Bruno.







"HA HA!" teases Gino.
"Don't mess with me, FLH!
My and my back up will take you down!"

"You just wait, Gino." threatens Bruno.
"I'll wait until your alone and then..."

And lo and behold, his threat came true...