Pug Posse

It was only a matter of time before The Pugs 

discovered the joy of bullying someone to eat grass.

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.

Allow Me To Introduce Myself (Part 2)

I must have stepped away from the computer for too long. Because 1) I have no idea what date it is. I rely too much entirely on the computer to tell me what date and time it is. And 2) Blogger decided to update its template for composing posts. Which is driving me bat shit crazy. But then again, I manage to now function an entire day on two hours of total sleep, so pretty much anything drives me bat shit crazy. ;-)


What I am grateful for is that the baby is not driving the dogs bat shit crazy. Even when he's proudly showing off just how awesome his lungs work. They have adjusted to the baby's presence completely. . . and Bruno's definition of "completely" is that the baby doesn't exist. No sirree! No baby here! Sure, I may be holding something small and smelly in my arms, but it doesn't exist! La la la! No baby here!

It only took Bruno about three weeks to, on his own, take one tiny sniff of the baby. And then he ran. I'm waiting to see just how long it's going to take for the next sniff.


Carmela thinks the baby is alright.  She does, however, have a few complaints.

"He's kind of smelly. Especially his bottom half.  

He reeks like 50% of the time. 

What gives?"

"And before he starts to really stink, 

he makes the weirdest faces.

See?"

"And how come he always acts drunk?

He has no coordination whatsoever."

"Are you sure he's not getting into
your liquor cabinet when you're
not looking?"

"And how come he has so little fur?

It seems to be only concentrated on the top of his head.
Is he some kind of new weird-haired breed?"

"Alright, maybe there's one good thing about him. . .

he always has cozy blankets wherever he goes.

I guess he's alright."

"But don't tell anyone I said that!"

Allow Me To Introduce Myself (Part 1)

Preface: Me + Newborn = Delirious from lack of sleep.  All typos, muddling and  discombobulation found in this post are solely the responsibility of said Newborn.

The Mafiosos think the new kid on the block is alright.  It looks like the baby is a made man and his name has been permanently written in the books. 


It is quite interesting for me to see how each dog is reacting to the newest member of our family.  I sort of had some idea of how each dog would react based on the dog's personality.  But nothing prepared me for Vinnie's reaction to the baby.

Vinnie is in love.  And I mean, luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurve. He can't get enough of the baby.  His tail will not stop wagging whenever the baby is in the room.  He needs to be near the baby 24/7.   He needs to smell the baby, kiss the baby, cuddle with the baby, sneeze on the baby...well, you get the idea.

"I think you're pretty cool too, Vinnie."

 

 I suppose that perhaps there is an unspeakable bond between a boy and his dog.  But it does start to cross the line when they start to resemble each other!

"No," instructs Vinnie.

"Ya gotta stick out your tongue a little more. . .

like this!"

 

I am really surprised by Vinnie's enthusiasm.  I knew he'd be the dog least affected by the new addition because Vinnie is pretty darn flexible.  There isn't much that bothers him or anything that he can't adjust to.  But I really didn't think he'd start a new love affair with the baby.


However, on the other end of the spectrum. . .

"Oh God!" proclaims Bruno.

"It's gonna bite me, isn't it?!"

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 Talkin'

I have a huge, honkin' beer belly now.  It's impossible to hide that I am incubating.  And now that the obvious is well, for lack of a better word, obvious, everyone keeps asking me the same question:  what will I do with my dogs?


What people want to hear me reply is "Oh, we're going to find them all good homes."  Never!  They make my home complete.  Without these knuckleheads, I don't have home.  I may have a building with windows and doors, but not a home.

So I've been instead replying "I'm going to spoil them even more.  I'm grateful for their calming presence in light of my raging pregnancy hormones.  I'm going to love them more than ever possible."

I love the blank look on people's faces when they hear my reply.


So Mafiosos, rest assured that you four are not going anywhere, no matter what the crazy people suggest.  I will continue to spoil you with a plethora of dogs beds and light fires for you in the fireplace because I know just how much you love the warmth.  Because even though we're having a baby, you four are my original babies.  And nothing's gonna change that.

Presiding Pug

This week The Mafiosos are movin' on up.  Well they're  movin on up, to the east side. To a deluxe apartment in the sky. They finally got a piece of the piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!

Oh, no wait!  It seems I have confused The Mafiosos with The Jeffersons.  Whoops! But they did move to the east side.  An east side facing room that is.  The Mafiosos, crates and all, moved into a larger room in our house.  The smaller bedroom they occupied (and which I shared with them as this room also doubled as my office) is now instead being converted into the nursery.

So far the transition is going well.  And by well I mean that everyone but Bruno still runs into the old room when it's time to kennel up and end up with befuddled looks on their faces when they realize the room is empty.  Hopefully the rest of them will catch on!

Now that the room is empty, we've been working on getting stuff prepped and the closet emptied. We worked this week on getting a dresser built.  And when I saw "we," I mean Ryan.   I help every now and them, but heck, I'm incubating this precious cargo! That's enough heavy work right there!  :)

It's a good thing I have an excellent supervisor I can trust to make sure Ryan's doing things by the book.

"Don't you worry, Ma.  

I got things under control.

He's got all the proper building permits.  

It's best to leave us men to do what we do best...

BUILD!"

"Oh boy.  I don't think he knows what he's doing.

He needs to be reading those instructions!"

"I guess I better go over there and help him.

He looks a little perplexed."

"Lemme see those instructions. . ."

"Yup! That's it! 

 Put that little thingy into Tab A. . .

and then that other thing-a-ma-bob goes over into Tab B. . ."

"Hey, can I ask you something?

You know,  man to man. . .

I'll still be the baby around here, right?"

"Ok! The situation is under control!

We're gonna get this thing built!

Don't worry, Ma!"