The incredible life of my sister, Lucky and me, Roxy Dragon Pebbles, otherwise known as The Devil Dog. I have no idea what I did to deserve that name! Honest! Just because I'm a black dog doesn't mean I'm naughty dog.
My mom is a slacker. She hasn't been commenting on my fellow pug's blogs, she hardly posts anything to our Pug Group on Facebook. She leaves Lucky and I alone all day, comes home for dinner and then leaves AGAIN! I think I need to trade my mom in for a better model. Any takers?
Yesterday was nice, sunny and warm, a welcome change from the yukky weather we've been having. Lucky and I enjoyed a sunbeam for as long as we could. Then we climbed on Mom, Dad and PlusOne, watched some Big Bang Theory and Justified! She is so psyched it's back! Lucky and I couldn't care less, as long as we have a lap to snuggle in.
I am so glad we are spoiled pugs! We have had snow, freezing rain, slush, sleet and a whole bunch of yukky weather. But inside our house it is nice and warm, safe and sound and full of treats and love. We have Dad, mom and PlusOne to cuddle with us and pet us. This is totally the life.
PlusOne read "The Hunger Games" a few years ago. Now that they are making a movie out of it, he said mom had to read it too. And fast, because he wants to see it right when it comes out. So mom is reading it. She is now on the second book, "Catching Fire".
It is not a happy book, it is awful and scary and makes mom crazy that something like this could happen. And mom has to finish it soon. She can't put it down. She has stayed up too late reading it. Then she has to read the third one, "Mockingjay". I think mom's going to be tired for the next few days. At least I can cuddle up to her while she reads.
I have a shocking Tattle Tale for you today. As you can see, even Lucky is stunned by it.
Mom doesn't really care about football. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I know, I know. You are SHOCKED andSTUNNEDby this fact. What can I say? She's my mom, and I love her, but, to not care aboutFOOTBALL? When we have the BEST QUARTERBACK EVER???? Sigh, I have to go hide my head in shame.
Dad had room for us in the recliner, as he watched his football game. Auntie and dad are happy because the boys named Pat are going to the Super Bowl. Lucky and I were happy because we were nice and warm next to dad!
Yup, we had more snow. Not a lot, just a couple of inches. But we really d0n't need or want just a couple of inches every other day. Because then it adds up! I hear there's a big football game today. I wonder if there's room in dad's lap for Lucky and me.
PlusOne has his Algebra mid term today. Mom is worried. Oh, they've studied, done practice tests, gone over homework and problems together. And mom is so worried she wants to hurl. It's going to be a loooooong day.
Mom found the perfect color for the backing for her lap robe. She could have gone yellow green, which would have calmed the quilt done (not what mom wanted) or pink and made it BOING! Three guesses which one she picked.
Mom received this commission last year. The top, of flimsy, is done. Today she is going to her and Auntie's favorite quilt shop for a backing. Mom wants a hot pink, but not too dark a hot pink. I just want to know when I can quality control it!
You may not know this, but today is the Presidential Primary. The First in the Nation Primary. The one where if you don't come in 1st or 2nd, you might as well quit because you won't get the nomination primary. (Yes, that is a true fact, honest! We NH'er's know how to pick them.)
So we have been deluged by media and candidates and ads and candidates and press and ads and you get the idea? Mom watched the news Friday night (her first mistake) and there were 6 political ads within 15 minutes. Sheesh, I tell you, sheesh! Have the primary, count the votes, then go home! But thank you for all the attention. Too bad it wasn't for someone really important, like me! lol Are you sick of hearing about New Hampshire yet? lol
Auntie, Memere, Pepere, Ninja One, Little Ninja and Ninja One's wife came over last night for dinner. Mom made ribs, broccoli and mashed potatoes for dinner. For dessert there was two slices of toasted Angel Food cake with Lindt chocolate in between. Everyone was stuffed, except me. Though mom did give me some broccoli to keep me from climbing INTO the dishwasher to lick the plates clean (not that I didn't try).
Here is Memere and Little Ninja. Memere was enjoying him. So was mom. I am not allowed to bark at him. I still do, though, lol. After all, I have to live up to my name, don't I?
Yesterday was PlusOne's first People to People meeting. It was a social, to get to know the other delegates. PlusOne finished the Information Bingo first, and received a nice P2P sticker. It had questions like "owns a cat" (cat? cat I ask you? No pugs among the bunch of them, phooey) "has an older sister" or "eldest child". There were 25 of them. Mom always said PlusOne was a talker, and could talk to just about anyone. Well, that proved it.
Mom was surprised that some of the students hadn't started Fund Raising yet. Mom wants it over and done, paid for, with no more worrying. PlusOne said "that's because you're mom!" Yup, that's my mom. "Get it done now, no last minute fooling around for us!"
Not a Three Dog Night, because, of course, there are only two of us.
Three Dog Night It refers to being cold. Often when ranchers or cowboys were out on the range they would have to sleep with their dogs to keep warm. A one dog night was a night when he had to share body heat with one dog, two dog night was two dogs and a three dog night was an extremely cold night where he would have to share body heat with three dogs. “how cold was it on your trip?” “It was a three dog night”.
Mom pulled the covers back on PlusOne yesterday morning to find Lucky stretched out against PlusOne's back and me curled up against his stomach. I think that is what you call a win win situation.
This is how mom feels about going back to work today. I can't say I am thrilled about it either. No more cuddling and being under the blanket all day while she reads. No more getting out of bed really late. No more belly rubs and ear scratches all day long. Yeah, I'm not happy about it either.