Ode to a Pug.......by Agent Awesome

The Fuji Eye Song
Written by Agent Awesome
with a little help from Mom,
and inspired by Fuji's cone head


Fuji sitting on the carpet
Her eye went plop,
She called the doc
She has surgereeeeeeee

She came home, wearing a cone
with an eye injureeeee
It was all sewn up
What a strong pup
Fuji the strong pugeeee

Fuji was okay, ready to play
The she got her drops,
hoping for it to stop.

She needed a rest,
the doctor request (ed)
a very big payment from Momeeeee

Now Fuji's okay,
knowing she may
BE AN AWESOME PUG, YEAH!

It's My Birthday, and I'll Snort if I Want To!!

Genevieve turned 5 on Wednesday!

For some perspective, here's one of her earliest pictures:

Not the blondie, that's Agent Awesome.

It's probably time to tell you how I got here to my family.  After adopting many pets from local animal shelters, mom wasn't exaxctly sure how to find a good breeder.   So she kept going to pug events looking for suggestions.  And she finally found one in a place call Eye-oh-wah. 

But Agent Awesome was still pretty small and momma wasn't sure if it was time yet.   Agent Awesome begged and begged for her Genevieve, you know the little dog that rescued Madeline from her fall into the River Seine in Pa-ree.

Can't you see the resemblance?

It was winter, so momma told Agent Awesome that they'd have to wait for springtime because it was too cold for me to travel across the ocean.   Momma was hoping to buy some time, but Agent Awesome, who was just 5 years olf (like me!) said "You can just put a sweater on her Momma."

And so, when I was finally born, and ready to leave the farm, Momma told her I was on my way.  Unfortunately, she sais I got a little lost on my way from Paris and had to be picked up in Eye-oh-wah.  Another day we will tell you Agent Awesome's description of the trip to come get me.

For now, please share in my birthday celebration!

Hmm, that sure smells goooooo!

Nom, nom, nom!

The Foo licked her plate bone dry.

Here she is in her party outfit.

Look at all this birthday booty!

OK, I admit it, I'm still kinda confused about what to do with toys. 

Do you think Angry Chicken looks sad?

Agent Awesome made my very own Birthday Bandana.

Bye Everypuggy!

Love Gen & the Foo

How DO you measure a year?

Even though the handy Blogversary counter has been reminding me that the big day was approaching quickly, I'm still taken a bit by suprise. A year......huh.

Now it would be typical to post a retrospective of 2009. so I won't do that.



I'll just say that if a year has 525,600 minutes, about 300,000 were spent sleeping by two lazy little pugs. And good things happened, then some bad one. And some more good ones.

And we made friends. Lots of them, furry and not so furry.

Thanks for joining us on the ride!

Love

Agent99
Gen, the Foo and the rest of the gang

Fuji Friday! & Fashion Show

I've been bugging mom for months to do "Fuji Friday!". Here's a tip, all you have to do is have a scary old seizure. So, at long last.....it's MY day.

First, I told mom to tell everyone that I am feeling really well today. Ever since we got back from the vet, I've been great. I'm even able to get up and down the steps all by myself. Still, I am milking this for all it's worth and enjoying all the spoiling I am getting. So don't tell my peeps how good I'm feeling, OK?

Next, I've been pestering Mom to tell the story of how I became a member of the family.

It all started back in 2007 when I was surrendered to NIRPA (Northern IL Pug Rescue.) I was fostered by a family outside of Chicago with LOTS of other pugs. It was really fun to have so many other pugs to play with, free run of the the house....including the ability to couch surf at will, and a nice big back yard to frolic in. Yet, living with some many otherpugs can be a little overwhelming. My foster parents took very good care of me when my original family couldn't take care of me anymore; and best of all, the kept me company till me new family found me.

When my new pawrents came to meet me the day after after Thanksgiving 2007, I was a little scared. Some of the othe other pugs I was living with were really cute. After all, I was eight years old, and most families want those adorable little puppies. What if my new pawrents didn't want me? I knew it was a BIG day.

They brought along another pug, and she gave me lots of sniffs. She told me her name was Genevieve and that her pawrents were pretty good. She said she gots lots of treats and belly rubs ALL the time. So I really wanted to go home with my new family. The ride home was very scary because I did not know where I was going. We stopped at the big PetSmart, but I was a little confused and tried to jump out of the back of the car. Fortunately, my pawrents were ready for that and caught me before I leaped and got hurt by a car.

Gen was right, now that I've been living with my new family for over two years, I can say a pug gets lots of belly rubs around here. We also get some pretty good treats too. And when the momma cooks yummy stuff like roast beasts and chickens, there is always a little bit leftover for us pugs. Sometimes we go for long walks in the neighborhood, but usually we get to hang out in our big backyard - when I don't slip through the fence that is. Hmm, mom's shaking her head, better not mention that episode! Not a bad retirement, I have to say.

Did you notice my chic little leopard cape? That's the fashion show portion of this blog post. Agent #2 decided I needed some fancy clothes today. Please call her Agent Awesome for now on though, OK?

Well, this pug is all tuckered out! I gotta take my nap now. Stay tuned for the next installment of "Fuji Friday" where I will make momma explain how I got my name.

And now, here's our New Year's Eve photo:

Happy 2010!

Love, The Foo

Just a few hours left for the ghouls and goblins to gather!

What's better than one scary pumpkin?

Three scary pumpkins in ONE!!!

The delightfully creepy creations were made by #2.

Because Mom refused to let her use sharp tool with which she could have "sliced her fingers off"......

thus, we give you "Mr. PumpkinHead"

Wishing you all a

very frightening All 'Hallows Eve

Ye of little faith, Behold.....The Pug-kin!

So there's one thing the momma just can't resist.......a Challenge!     She can't stand hearing "That can't be done"   and especially   "....can't be done by her........ which is about a million times worse!

So she got her pumpkin on, and got her tools ready:

There were lots of pumpkin guts:

But her trusty assistant #2 was there to lend a hand:

And after LOTS of scraping and marking and carving, the pumpkin began to take shape:

Using her surgical skill (and tools) it was finally done!

And then it was time for the photo shoot:

(This fine photo could not have been taken without the help of #3, thanks, cupcake!)

Who said it couldn't be done?

Hah!

Revenge of the Toilet Paper Monitor

Mom decided that it's high time #2 starting helping around the house. She's 9. Hmmm, in dog years, that would be 63.  Opps,  got that backwards......she'd be less than a year and a half.    Good thing mom did not come up with this idea when I was her age!  Everyone knows pugs are lazy.

Her base pay is $4 a week.   That would be about 4 Large Greenies, right? (Nomnomnom)  Too bad I don't have opposable thumbs.   I think I'm going to talk to my friend Salinger about his new start up.   And she gets bonus pay for "Garbage Safari", though why they throw all that good stuff away is a huge mystery to me. 

So #2's jobs are pretty simple:  keep her room picked up, clear dishes, FEED US, and make sure there is enough toilet paper in each bathroom.   She's called the "Toilet Paper Monitor." That's cuz she is too short for much else.    We are a bit unclear about the need for this toilet paper stuff.  I mean, what's wrong with wiggling your butt on the carpet?   Plus, it's fun to pull off the roll.  Humans sure are funny.

So here's what Mom saw the other day after the monitor was done with her rounds:

I call it the "Revenge of the Toilet Paper Monitor".     Mom was sort of, well, annoyed.   I don't think that's exactly what she had in mind.

Survivor: Hannukah

Here in our house, we are BIG fans of Survivor. That means no talking when Mommy is watching Survivor. Ever.

So when my daughter explained this, I had to share.

How to play "Survivor: Hannukah".

Everyone gets to pick one candle in the menorah. Last flame to burn out wins.

The tribe has spoken.........