Tattle Tale Tuesday

No, that is not me in the dog food bag. That is a figment of your imagination, a mirage, a dream, a lie, a set up...

You get the idea.

Sometimes

Sometimes, if I head over to see Dad at the computer, and if I look at him in a certain (desperate) way, he will share with me whatever treat he is eating. Sometimes. Not all the time. And certainly NOT if mom is anywhere in the vicinity.

What's that mom? You're going out? Oh, that's okay bye Come back soon, but not too soon. lol

Easy Like Sunday Morning

It wasn't quite as hot and humid today. It was still warm but not quite so unbearable. Still, mom went to karate, worked in the back yard, took (another) shower and took a nap. I joined her for the nap. So did Lucky.

Today may be a little different, mom may work in the yard or back porch, but Lucky and I will still take a nap. lol

A New Cycle

Every fifteen weeks, the black belts start a new cycle, with new techniques and a new minor art. This past cycle was stick and knife. Mom LOVES stick and knife. So you can imagine mom was having a BLAST. Dad, Lucky and I were NOT as excited at the reality of mom running around with a STICK and a KNIFE. But that's over, and mom will have something new to play with this cycle. As long as it has NOTHING to do with pugs, I'm good. If it's jui jitsu or some other ground fighting, Lucky and I are OUT OF HERE! lol

Pug Belleh

What can I say. It's still too darn hot and humid to do much of anything. Mom really should weed her garden, but it's not gonna happen. Not as long as it's this hot and humid. 

Of course, this is payback for all the complaining we did about all the snow we had this winter. lol I guess we can't win either way.

I'm Melting

Melting, melting... Or I would be, if mom didn't have air conditioning.

It's too hot to lie in the sun,and way too hot and humid to lie down outside. So I am sticking to the sofa in the air conditioned living room. Thank goodness Mom loves me!

Wordless Wednesday