Someone's Having Trouble Sleeping...

...and it certainly isn't this guy...

Early on in Frank's life we discovered that he liked to burrow. So, in order that our pug enjoy his snoozing, we found the perfect covered dog bed into which he could snuggle (please note: Gentle Pig was not placed here, Frank carries him to bed every night).

However, Frank is very warm and quite soft, not to mention persistent, and at some point while his father was out of town racing I may have gotten a bit chilly and invited him in for a snuggle. Now he has a new bed into which he likes to burrow...

Yep. Ours.

He starts out curled up in a little ball, then, in the middle of the night, he stretches and expands - it appears that even his ears stretch out. Once the neck expands the snoring starts. Frank is pretty small so it is with great shock that people discover he snores like a very large man with sinus trouble.

I seem to be the only one not sleeping. Frank doesn't wake himself up. My husband can sleep right through it. This means that Frank must make sure that he gets attention from his dad in other ways:

Here is Frank helping his dad work.

It is rather hard to be Frank.

The Best Treat Ever! (Or Was it a Trick?)

Last year Frank's grandmother added to the family hoodie collection for Halloween. Here Frank models it for a second year. Please note, so as not to think Frank is neglected because he doesn't have a new costume, that he is currently enjoying a new pumpkin squeaker....

Oh dear. Someone does not look pleased to have his hood on.....


OOO. A Pumpkin. Delicious....

A little history:
Two years ago, on this very date, LM(Frank's Dad) and I set out from our overpriced sublet in Harlem which we shared with several mice and one skinny Italian bike racer, on an adventure to Mashpee, MA. The reason? To meet a small black pug puppy with a scratch on his eye. Now, it is true that Frank is our first dog, but that does not mean that I was unaware of what to avoid in a breeder. Let's just say there were several alarm bells going off when we walked into this particular house. Unfortunately, when a small limping pug with one bulging white eye and severe dandruff shot out of a kennel in the garage, there was no way that he was going back into that cage. Supporting this woman in anyway was a mistake, but so was leaving Frank behind, so, we paid half price and headed on our way. I know that supporting an irresponsible breeder is inexcusable, but, well, leaving him was not an option, and we contacted the AKC, and I no longer see her name on their referral lists, so... after substantial contributions to 6 veterinary clinics from New York through Colorado to our new home in the Pacific Northwest, we now have a one-eyed, cataract free, non-limping, almost always dandruff free, charming, smorting pug. Definitely the best treat ever!

Pictures are coming soon of Frank's earliest days, but in the meantime here he is on our second anniversary!

Once upon a time there was a small pug puppy for sale. The "breeder" to whom he belonged told his people to be that he had a "small scratch" upon his right eye. Seeing as how the people didn't want to show Frank, and, as any veteran pug owner will recognize, they replied naively "No problem!" Upon arriving at the "breeder's" home, Frank's people saw that in fact the "scratch" was a puncture that had not been taken care of and had turned into a bulging, swollen, white orb. However, again begging the excuse of new pug owners, Frank's people believed that the eye would get better.

No. It did not.

Thus began the adventures of Frank the One Eyed Pug. Or FOEP. It turns out not only did Frank need his "scratched" eye removed, but he had a cataract in his "good" eye (please excuse the excessive use of quotations, these were words used by the "breeder". FYI, if you are planning to buy a pug in Mashpee, feel free to e-mail for our input.

Aside from a bit of limited depth perception, Frank finds himself in quite a position to enjoy life, as many pugs do. Upon the removal of his cataract he can in fact see quite well and get into quite a lot of trouble. Though this blog has been created much for the amusement of his grandmother, I do hope that anyone who discovers enjoys the adventures of the little one eyed pug...