Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The CLAW......or how I got to be a Hot Mess

Old age ain't pretty, let me tell ya.    It's that time of year (again) when I lose clumps of fur. I've got big patches  of it sticking out all over me. Mom just grabs a handful and plucks it out. Don't worry - there's more where that came from.  

Face it, I'm a HOT MESS.  The other day, as I was passed out  relaxing on the living room rug, Mom noticed some schmutz (ssh-MUT-tze) on my paw.   For those of you who don't speak Yiddish  (HELLO! Michelle Bachman??)  that means, crud, or crusty,  well....stuff.     And she noticed this.   

Yeah,  it is curling underneath itself. Doesn't hurt, but Mom sure flipped,  then she yelled "I said NO CLAWS, human feet ONLY!!"

So today, I'm off to the vet for a Pawdicure.   Spa Day - the whole 9 yards, the works.    So talk to ya later.    If I'm a bit silly, it's just because they served me a bit to much champagne with my peeled grapes and caviar!

the Foo

Thursday, September 8, 2011


If I just hide my eyes, maybe no one will notice I'm on the couch?

Yeah, guess not.

I should probably mention that this is the old "new" couch, so who can blame me for not really listening to the "no pug on the new couch" rule.   You see, it's Dad's new couch from a few years ago, but now it's and Mom-n-Dad's  house, which is my old house. Get it?  I thought so.    As great side benefit of the humans moving all their stuff into the same house has been the piles of stuff, and partially filled boxes I can climb into or on top of.   It's been fun.

 I've got my EYE on you.   Oh, yeah, that's the broke eye, nevermind.
I'm just quietly resting here on my blankie in the sun.   Looking cute:
and listening to Mom yelling at my sister.....

Gen & the Foo