From dogpark

cold but having a ball. literally.

It was cold in DC this week… like freezing cold. Now, for those of us who are from the hinterlands of western NY, we’re used to it. And frankly, being a pug… it’s much easier to breathe in the cold than in the hot. So, I go out sans sweater to play ball even when it’s in the mid 30’s (or in the single digits for all you metric fans out there).

Quick update on my worms… I think I have em licked. I hear muttering about another round of medicine in 2 weeks to get larvae, whatever the heck they are… and I have to say I welcome it. In order to take this medicine, I need to have the powder sprinkled on wet food. I don’t normally get wet food, so basically Tim just poured gravy over the muffins he bakes me. So, I might just have to get hookworms all the time, ’cause I love me some gravy, yo!

So, that’s the scoop. A lot of people wonder if I’m going to be out for the inauguration next month, but I don’t do crowds all that well, so I think I’ll kick it with tim and kimberly at the studio and watch on the tv. I’m still hoping the dog they get over at 1600 Pennsylvania is someone I can roll with. We DC dogs need to stick together…

cruddy dog park no more?

The dogists at Mitchell Park are basically kicking us out. We’re clean and nice, but they have issues with dogs. I have a theory that they probably got barked at once and wildly misinterpreted the kindly “hello” as “dude, I so want to bite you in the butt.” We need translators to help with the next round of negotiations. Anyways, they sicked the Park Police on us, so we get the boot. Luckily, I’m not one to direct scorn and ridicule in my blog. I’m way bigger than that, yo.

Luckily, the DC Council is looking at making the cruddy dog park at 17th and S to become a full fledged cool dog park sometime soon!
I’ve been sleeping in bed with Juan at Casa Happy Pack… life is good!

waking from a long slumber

waking from a long slumber, originally uploaded by Louis the Pug.


it’s been a crazy long time since I’ve posted. It’s largely because Kimberly and Tim have been moving an entire business from one side of Dupont Circle to another. Who knew moving could be so dramatic? G-Ma was in town and took good care of me, and I also now have a dog walker. Juan takes me out every weekday and I get to roll with a new playgroup. Most of the dogs are way bigger than me, but I keep them on their toes ’cause I’m waaaaay faster.

How about them Red Wings? Tim and I watched Game 1 together in our gear. I grew so bored by the lack of fight in the Dallas Stars that I fell asleep midway through the game. Maybe Game 3 they’ll show up… nah, probably not…

Hopefully my little hiatus didn’t bum ya out. Plenty of me to go around, yo. By the way… Bonnard? Still fat. Exhibit A:

Puppy school

Puppy school, originally uploaded by Louis the Pug.

It’s puppy school weekend as I have Furley here while his owners are off enjoying the sun and fun of Florida. I’m running furley out and about in the dog park on this gorgeous DC day. Kid needs to tone up a bit… I’m gonna put him on my high protein regimine… Some cardio… Probably mix in some weights. Someday soon, this basset’s gonna have the tight powerhouse body of a champ, yo!

Where was I?

I was off on some secret mission… I apologize for my lengthy absence. I could tell you, but then I would have to wipe your mind of all knowledge of the conversation, and frankly that’s a time-consuming process that would leave you at exactly the same point you’re at right now. So, let’s save us both some time and just say you’re satisfied with my explanation, and feel totally fulfilled, m’kay?

After my grand mission to save the world, I decided to unwind and chillax at the dog park. It was a gorgeous fall day, and Tim brought the dquishy fake orange for me to chase and bring back to him. I thought it was a little childish on his part to keep throwing the ball… I got toally worn out going to get it and bring it to him. Silly game, but he seemed to get a kick out of it.

Still not sure where I’ll be this weekend… Tim is going back to the ChaCha on Friday, so I might join him. If I’m feeling lazy I’ll hang with Kimberly back here. If I go up north, maybe we’ll swing by Springwater and check out the place of my birth. Maybe the key to the city would be involved? Hmmm…