I know our good friend Hanklin is going to be bent out of shape when he sees how roomy it is. Specially after he got squeezed into the green machine with his sis Ms. Molly O' Mally.
You wouldn't know our Pugillac started out so compact.
Off comes the cover and with the pull of a strap...
Badda Bing. But wait, there's more!
Poles extend up to attach a canopy for shade.
Notice the trunk Hanklin? That'll hold a lot of beer.
No beer for us this weekend though. Something about Stella's sweetie Brutus popping a question and now we need to go shopping so she can find a dress. Blah blah blah. I don't know... I'm sure she'll want to show everyone when we get back from our shopping torture. At least we have a cool ride to hang in.
The signs started showing around Tuesday and were undeniable by Friday morning.
Her vet has been trying to slowly reduce the amount of PB she takes to a more appropriate level for her size. When we adopted her, she was on 500mg. A dog her size is only supposed to be on appx. 250mg. Before she got sick with PB Toxicity this 2nd time, she was down to 400mg, but it was still too much.
Friday afternoon Dr. Stephens reduced her PB in half. He also considered flushing her system with saline solution, but since she was still able to walk and function normally he decided against it.
Friday night was the first night Betty didn't get her PB pill. I must admit I was so anxious that without it, she would have a seizure. But she did just fine through the night.
Today she is already showing some signs of improvement. But she's still not feeling very well.
Nurse Stella has been by her side making sure she's comfortable while I'm working in the office.
I realize it might be tempting to send a care package, but the fat little ones are still following their diet. No foodables allowed. Unless it's a box of Sees candy for the management...
It's that time of year when everything is blooming and coming back to life. The butterflies are emerging out of their cocoons. The birds are singing. And Gunther is filling the house with the sweet sounds of his hacking backwards sneezing...
Who would have thought the only one in the house to get full blown allergies was Gunther..
We've had a couple of really bad wind storms over the past week, so a lot of dust and pollen has been blown around.
Yeah, yeah, it's definitely time for a better vacuum.
Gunther's imploding sneezes warranted a visit with the doc, which wasn't so bad. He prescribed some Tavist 1 for his allergies and sneezing. The bummer however is that each chunk muffin got their turn on the scale.
They've all gained a pound.
Now everyone is on a shhhh.... diet.
And there is much protesting going on.
If anyone receives emails or letters asking to send foodables, please ignore them.
I hope you don't mind me saying, but It's hard being me.
I'm Frenchie fabulous people. When Dog made me, he broke the mold.
I have ears that attract people from 50ft away. A face that's made for kissing.
You can't tell, but my eyes are the lightest of greenish blue and my coat is oh so silky soft.
So what's the problem you ask? We'll I'll tell you.
It's the cross that all fabulous Frenchies must bear....
FREQUENT FLATULENCE
And not just your average, everyday fartiness. These are potent enough to break even the most seasoned man and woman. I've seen it.
Nope, this isn't McCain responding to a reporter's inappropriate question.
A Frenchie walked by. And you guessed it... gas was passed.
Think Hillary is tired of people always making fun of her pant suits? Au contraire...
A Frenchie fart was responsible for this breakdown.
Even the parent's favorite comedian humiliated his poor Frenchie on national television.
Occasionally Stella will let one rip, but it's really rather weak. Instead of passing wind, it's more of a whisper if you ask me.
Bottom line (no pun intended) I know Stella and Gunther love me, but sometimes my O' de Frenchie can be a little too much for them.
So I've decided to make some fabulous farty Frenchie friends I can talk and commiserate with.
Most of you already know Stella's sweetie Brutus. He's a handsome and athletic lad. He must really work up some righteous gas with all that agility he's doing.
You guys also know our furiends Benny and Lily. So much Frenchie fabulousness under one roof... I wonder if their mom buys candles in bulk?
And, I have 2 new furiends!
First I'd like everyone to meet Bunta. He lives in Kyoto, Japan with his family. He has the most impressive Frenchie flatulence I have seen thus far! He wards off evil cats with his noxious gas. We must find a way to harness this power in the United States.
Next, I'm tickled pink to introduce you to a very special furiend. His name Basil Brown. He's not only special because he's a fabulous farting Frenchie, but because he is a French Bulldog Rescue Network graduate just like me! His family installed floor to ceiling mirrors so he could spend countless hours admiring his Frenchiness. It's what we do...
I'm sure he would appreciate a few new furiends to stop by and compliment him on his perfectness.
I must be going now. There's poo to recycle and naps to be taken.
Au revoir,
Oh my goodness. Did I just fart or was there an earthquake?
Gunther ignored Mom's protests to stay away from the windows, but apparently he thought someone walking by might need a sip of water.
Our earthquake today was on the same fault line as the big one that just happened down in Mexico.
It was probably an aftershock. It wasn't that big, or it didn't feel that strong by the time it made it to us. The important thing is that despite the scary jolt, no food bowls were broken....
We have a lot of new furiends now-a-days. So some may not know about our very special foster Pug named El Guapo. He lived with us for 6 months before mom flew with him to Maui so he could be with his furever family. We still miss him like crazy, but we knows he's makin' his family really happy.
So, for all our old and new furiends... here's an El Guapo update.
*sigh* I wish we had better news....
but it seems even El Guapo couldn't escape the humiliation of Eater Bunny Ears.
El Guapo got to go on a huge Easter egg hunt with his human brother and sister.
He didn't get any foodables, but he got a new stuffie.
We know El Guapo has been busy being the best Pug ambassador over in Maui, so we love it when he sends pictures of his adventures.
In the meantime, we've been recovering from our Easter festivities.
Remember we tolds you our park was closed for 1,235,984 years?
This is why it was closed.
A place for mom and dad to rest their butts.
Hmmm, whoever was sittin' here left a warm spot for me to keep my butt warm.
Enough of the butt bench...
We're really excited this weekend 'cause dad has two days off in a row! BOOF BOOF!
His grapes take a lot of work. First they had to prune all the vines, then they had to tie them to the wire things. And just when mom and us thoughts we were gonna see more of him, he had to worry about the frost hurtin' his grapes. If it gets below 32 degrees, then dad has to go up to the vineyard at likes 2 in the morning and turn on sprinklers to keeps the little buggers from gettin' frost on 'em.
Stella is dad's official grape tester. Nothing passes by her.
