Chicago MeetUp, or, The One Where They Meet Nattie & Klausie

Something very exciting happened today!!

Dad went off to play golf......well, that's not so exciting. He always does that if there is no snow.

Mom loaded us into the care - and not to go to the vet.   It was time for some pug socialization!  Finally. there were no conflicts, all the stars aligned.....and we were on our way to MeetUp.

See how excited we are to be going on a ride?

Mom drove us into the big city to go meet some fellow flat faces.

When we got there, it was already a mad house.

Curly tails everywhere!!

And this here is Mr.Big.

He's the brains behind the meetup location, Chicago Party Animals.

Today's meetup was also a fundraiser for NIPRA. 

that's where the Foo got rescued from.

This is Miss Aimee giving Foo a massage.

Like a true Diva*, Foo just ate up the attention and pampering.    Miss Aimee noticed that Foo's front paws were pretty tight,  probably from her bum back paws.  She got some of that arthritis in her hips, you know.

Beloved Canine Massage & BodyWork

Mean while,    I (Gen) ran around like a maniac. Much but sniffing ensured.   

A deuce *may* have been dropped.

And then,  two very special pugs came in.   It was Nattie & Klausie!!!!

That's their mom, Mariel loving on Nattie, and some other guy is his 4th of July costume. 

Seriously - it was nuts how many pugs were there!!

Can you see any pugs with colorful bandanas?

Those guys are looking for some forever homes.  

Foo tried to tell them what to do so they could find their new families like she did.

Oh, and there we all are:   That's Gen in the blue,  me  in the orange,  

Klausie  is next to me, and Nattie is squeezed somewhere in there next to her mom.

ANd then, we left the way we came.....in our new "JackWagon"!!

There is so much more to tell, and more pictures to share.......but we are pooped!

See:

MeetUp Part II next time.

*Diva: a polite term used instead of the more derogatory "slut".   You know who you are.

Wordless Wedsday

She's NOT staying.....Really!

Well, it's been a very, um....chaotic! few weeks around here.    Adding a pug seems to be an exponential rather than linear expansion.    Unfortunately, we've all fallen head over paws for her.
The humans, that is.

The pugs?    Meh.

Hear no evil.....SEE no evil.....speak no evil ???

Ruby's gotten a lot more comfortable around here, as you can see:

Such a cutie pie!!

Shortly after she arrived, a local family met her and has fallen under her spell to.    

Until her adoption is finalized,  she'll be staying her with us.

We'll keep you all posted.

Snorts!

Gen, the Foo & Ruby too!

Introducing.......RUBY!

A few days ago, Mom told us some startling news......we were getting a visitor.

Not just for a day or two, but for a while.  

"How long?"  we asked........

"As long as it takes" Mom said.

Mom explained that there was a sad pug out there who needed a safe place to be.  

She's a puppy mill survivor.  

A what?  

What's a puppy mill?

A place that's not good for dogs.  

Where there are only cages,  and no families, or playing, or even names.

No belly rubs or treats.

The only important thing is making new puppies.

So when Mom heard that Kentukiana Pug Rescue needed some more foster homes, she agreed to keep a pug-in-need safe till a new home could be found.

A few hours later:

OK, it was really 2 days.

Mom gave us a big pep talk about being nice to thte new kid in tow.

Here's a picture of the official

"Pug Welcoming Committee"

The Foo really enjoys her nightly glass or Pinot Grigio.

And here she is!

Poor Ruby was shaking in Mr. KPR's arms.

Much butt sniffing ensued, and we showed her our backyard.

And then our deck, and finally inside the house.

Ruby was a wreck, and could not stop shaking, even when Mom was holding her.

In the past 4 days, she's gotten more comfortable around our house.

At first, she clained a spot on the carpet and wouldn't budge.  Everytime Mom picked her up to try to get her to drink, eat or pee, she ran right back to her "spot". So Mom put a dog bed down for her.

We are trying not to give her the cold paw, but boy, is she weird!   She doesn't know her own name!   

 And she doesn't know how to go for a walk on a leash.  She scares herself when she shakes her own tags.  She jumps everytime theres a loud noise.  And she wouldn't eat for a whole day. (now that's crazy!)  She doesn't know how to play.

She likes to jump around, sniff stuff and generally act strange.   During nap time. 

After four days she is starting to get a bit tired.

But she is good at making Mom a little crazy.

Here's a shot of us messing with Mom when she was trying to take a picture of us all.

Ha, Ha...........

At least she snores just like us!

She is starting be kinda fun to be around,

but we really hope she can find a forever home soon.

Love

Gen & the Foo

and Ruby too!



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!

Love,

the Foo

Busted......

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.....

Love,

Gen & the Foo

Scrub-A-Dub-Pug: Two pugs in a tub

Prologue:  We know that several months have gone by with no news from the UtterlyChaotic Headquarters.  That's because it's been, well, CHAOTIC!    Much has gone on, and we promise tell all, but ,dear readers, you will need to be patient.   We return to the blogoshphere with this current event:

PUG SPA DAY 

Momma threatened, and threatened that our stank was too HORRIBLE to bear. We didn't believe her, but she finally did it.

Yes, Pug Spa Day. Blech, I don't know what all the ladies are talking about.........OK, well, maybe.

Mom said with the heat this summer, the ONLY way we were allowed outside for longer than 5 minutes was if were got hosed down first.    We got a last minute stay of execution....I mean, washing....when it thunderstormed all day yesterday.

So it was in the tub for us!     Brrr...that water was cold.  Oh, yeah....that actually feels kinda good...

Aw, Mom.......do you have ta use SOAP too?????

"I'm soo mortified, I am SIDEWAYS",  snorted the Foo

Do I LOOK happy?

After several escape attempts,  much scrubbing and a cool rinse......

But the Momma was not done yet.....

extensive FURmination ensued,

until the comb came clean....

there was enough pug hair too....

well, cover an entire pug!

(1-800-PUGHAIR-HELP)

Snorts,

Gen & the Foo