So, I thought that if I take my external hard drive to the places where I usually read my pee-mail, I would get connection to blog more easily. Guess what? I am stuck with the cell phone again!
I have another idea but it is a secret because it involves mom's computer at work and sneaky sneaky do something during lunch time... until daddy fixes our connection at home.

PS: Please keep mom in your thoughts. Don't worry, she is fine, but I will get a dental cleaning tomorrow and you know how silly worried moms can get.

To make this pug tired:
1. Casually mention that you are going to the beach. The pug will get extremely excited and will pant and jump and be stuck to you for the next two hours until you actually leave the house.
2. Get in the car, put the pug's car harness on and attach it to the rear seat belt. He will start crying 15 minutes after and won't stop until you reach your destination an hour later.
3. Try to reach a spot on the beach. The more you get closer to the water the harder the pug will pull towards the opposite side. Carry him.
4. Unleash the beast, er pug. He will inspect everybody else's bags for treats, and will run towards anyone hadling a bag.
5. The pug will ocassionally try to jump inside the bucket where everyone is throwing away poop bags. Eww.
6. Ask the pug if he wants to go swimming. He will run away again.
7. Take the pug back in the car and listen to him crying all the way to the diner.
8. Try to hold the pug's leash right next to you so he stops scratching your friend's lap (she always brings treats!). Watch the pug walk to the other side of the table. What is he doing without his buddy belt harness? Oh yes, and he did it four times.
9. Finally, decide it is better to hold the pug with your arms, while you try to eat. Don't unterestimate the length of his tongue: He will lick your french toast.
10. Get back in the car and listen once again to the pug cry for 15 minutes.
11. Did he stop crying? Yes. He jumped to the front seat and entertained himself chewing some tissue paper. He got off the car's harness that is attached to the rear seat belt!

How can a pug not be tired after having to go through all this? Mother, I need a beach front home!

Happy Saint Patrick's day my friends!
I do hope this is a lucky day for you all. I don't have any new pictures on mom's phone and she is feeling too tired to take one, but I still wanted write to thank you all for leaving comments on my latest post. We don't have any news about the job yet, but there is a possibility of dad getting a position here and not up there in West Palm Beach. Yeah, if you thought we were moving to a snowing state, you were wrong. Two hours north is the most my parents would move away from here. They can't handle cold weather very well!
About the puggy, mom told her friend that right now it was not a good moment for us. Mom really needs to save all her energy for my new sister; she has zero experience with babies! Mom also wants to give me as much attention as possible after the baby is born; and we all know that that will be much less attention than what I am getting now. Mom would like to continue taking me places like the beach, pug meetup, shopping... and she thinks it will be easier to do with one pug and a baby. Also, dad wants me to be an only child (and he jokes about getting a double dose of allergens if we get another pug. He sneezes a lot with me). So mom offered her friend help finding a new home for the puggy, but when she found one, her friend thought they were not good enough for the puggy. What more than a loving family could a pug need? Mom decided to step aside and let her friend find the ideal home of "a woman with no kids and no job so she could spend all day petting him but with enough money to buy him expensive meat" for the little pug.
Now, I need to go bite daddy's shoes or something. He is laying on the sofa watching TV and not trying to fix the internet. This situation is really getting on my nerves! Grrr!

Good morning friends,
Last night I was suddenly awaken by my mother trying to sleep by my side again. She whispered something on my ear, something that kept me thinking all night long.
Let me start by telling you some other news we have. First, right when I was planning to spend the weekend bloggin' I found out that our internet connection broke. Dad tried to fix it but hasn't been successful yet, therefore I blog from a cellphone with a crappy picture once again.
Second, we might move up north. Or might not. You see, dad had a job offer and an interview and we are waiting for a more precise offer to decide if all the changes involved with taking that offer are worth it. What changes, you ask? Well, moving to another city, renting/buying a house there, mom quiting her job, having a baby, mom probably staying at home with the baby for about six months (actually she'd like that to be two or three years), mom maybe going back to school because she really needs a career change that works better with being a human mother (she is considering becoming a teacher)...
And then last night's news: mom's highschool friend sent her a message asking if she'd like to keep her two year old pug. This lady has a kid, a baby and is expecting another baby now. I met this puggy when he was a puppy and we got along well. Actually, I scratched this puggy's apartment's front door right before he pooped in the kitchen. There might be a mental connection between us.

Now, this is what dad said about it:
- ask your friend to take Coco instead.
- we have to be careful with that pug harming Coco while playing since he can't see
- are you crazy? That means more vet bills and responsibilities
- Coco: please make a complaint, your mother is trying to replace you.

This is what mom thinks:
- if we had a backyard, things would be easier
- I need a lot of vet care and without a job, mom has a lot of reasons to worry. So adding another puggy might not be wise.
- if I will like having a brother. I am the king of the house right now.
- how us puggies will do with our new human sister. Maybe one pug will be easier to handle.
- if she doesn't take this puggy, who will?

So far, a desicion has not been made.

Hello old and new friends!
I am getting adjusted to our old life now that grandma flew back home, meaning that mom and dad will have more time to do regular stuff like, uhm, yesterday, when they spent about 17 hours sleeping and 4 hours watching movies and eating. They say they are recuperating much needed energy, which I believe in dad's part since he hasn't been feeling well lately... but mom? What's wrong with mom? She is just plain lazy!
Anyway, I wanted to say a big hello to my new friends and followers, I still owe you a visit to your blogs!
Now, I remember someone asking about one of my favorites snack, and a rare delicacy: the poopsicle. That's something money can't buy; you have to hunt it. I can't provide information about how it can be done, because that's something you wouldn't like your parents to know: I get on time-out everytime my parents find out I've had some. You can see the pictures above and get the idea of how you search for poopsicles. Just be sneaky about it!
Have a nice (sunny if possible) Sunday everyone!