So Helpful!

Occasionally Frank is very helpful. For example, last night he decided to help his dad pack for an upcoming trip:

Oh Frank! I'm not at all sure that this bag will zip up for overhead storage with you inside!

Frank's dad was a wee bit displeased at the thought of taking a plethora of pug hair along with him, and so chased Frank out. However, a few minutes later as I was working at my desk, I heard some tell tale snores coming from just off to my right...

Oh Frank! No! You are not invited on this trip!
Perhaps this is his form of protest? Such a small and handsome conscientious objector!

A Sad, Sad Memory...

I was looking through some pictures today and found these photos of Frank as a puppy with his giant, giant hurting eyeball:

Oh Frank:(

But how gracefully and charmingly you did pull through! And look at how handsome you are now!

Poll #1

Why Frank, whatever could have you looking so very contemplative? Perhaps you are wondering what exactly it is about your head that makes people want to nuzzle up to it so? I have asked myself that question many a time, and so decided that it was high time to take a poll. The responses to what Frank's head smells of were as follows:

1) Calm and Euphoria (that was from me, and technically it is a feeling more than a smell but there just were no other adjectives that I could think of).

2) A Biscuit - this was from a dapper English friend, therefore I think it translates to cookie? I also think that he was trying to appease me rather than saying "dog" like most of the other men polled.

3) Dog - this was from a boy.

4) Wet Dog - this was from a bartender, who is a boy. To be fair it had been raining on the way to the bar, which delightfully welcomes friendly pups.

5) Corn Chips.

6) A Sock out of the Dryer.

7) Wet Concrete.

8) Dog - another boy.

9) Black Truffle - this was from a boy who I wouldn't feed until he chose something more descriptive than "dog".

10) A Salty Peanut

Oh Frank, what a wide range of tasty snack sniffs you do provide...

Christmas!

Ok folks! Hold your horses! It seems I have some followers who are very eager to hear about Frank's Christmas. I do apologize for the lack of posts in December, it seems I felt it was a good idea to take on 2 jobs, both delightful and fun, but perhaps a bit too much as it did not leave any extra time to deliver news of the boys!
So, with my apologies, I now present a pictorial diary of Frank's Christmas!

We began the morning with Frank and been helping me to unload my stocking.

No Frank! That is neither edible nor delicious.

Here we see Frank and Bean investigating the stocking's contents with hope in their hearts that something may be for them.

No boys, there is nothing there for you! But fear not! You have your own stockings! (Of course.)

Here we see the rather scattered result of the pugs exploring their socks.

But Frank, what are you looking at? (Bean, as you can see, was enraptured with a bone from his delightful pug walker Sara!) What about all of the goodies that surround you? No? You say you caught a whiff of this giant Milkbone from Grandma Railey and can't possibly focus on anything else?

Well, it's mighty big, but it is Christmas after all...

Oh Frank! Delicious! With Christmas music in the background and everything!

We then took a break from presents and had a little eggs Benedict for breakfast. It seemed only fair to include the pugs, and so each got their own plate to lick PLUS the addition of a fine piece of ham.

Oh the snorting that did occur.

After breakfast it was present time. Now, it is not that I wished to neglect the pugs, but by the time I had wrapped the people presents, paper was running a wee bit low, and as it turned out the boys did not mind a paper bag at all as they could wade right in for their Christmas bounty!

Well, Frank waded right in. Bean had a little trouble figuring out the mechanics of a paper bag. Oh Bean. It's a good thing your cute.

Here, surrounding The Bean, we see the new friends spread about (along with Gentle Pig, who is celebrating his 5th Christmas with Frank!).

Let's see, we have Squeaky Monkey (16 squeakers!), Christmas Penguin, New Puppy (just behind the lid of the box), New Pony (who has already lost 3 of his 4 legs), Tiny Beaver (just off the edge of the carpet), and Pink Hippo (not pictured).

Ah! Here is Pink Hippo at the end of the afternoon. It seems a very exhausted Bean fell asleep whilst chewing on her ear...


Oh! It does make for a very merry Christmas indeed when there are such handsome pugs to warm the home!

Possum Tail #2

For those of you who were devastated by the darkness of the possum tail video... here it is with a bit more light.

Oh Frank! Such a charmer!

A Pug Makes a Very Bad Possum

Warning: You must make the screen VERY bright to be able to see the details of the video!!!

Here is a little insight to our morning routine:

6:00 -The alarm goes off and both pugs spring into action with Frank sneezing wildly and Bean enthusiastically trouncing on our heads, each unable to contain their joy at the the arrival of feeding time.
6:02 - The pug's dad lets them out and feeds them.
6:03 - Bean literally inhales his food. I feel certain that there is not a speck of chewing involved.
6:04 - The Bean climbs back in bed with his mom.
6:05 - Frank finishes his breakfast in a much more polite fashion.
6:06 - Frank wanders into the bedroom and looks imploringly up at me until I hoist him in (even though he is perfectly capable of jumping up himself.)
6:07 - Bean jumps off the bed to make sure that Frank has not forgotten a piece of kibble in his bowl.
6:07:30 - Bean rejoins Frank and I in bed. Much sighing and snoring occurs.
8:00 - The second alarm goes off. Time for everyone to rise and shine!

However, frequently upon the realization that it is indeed time to rise and shine, Frank likes to stay hidden under the covers so as to seduce one into thinking that he has, in fact, not heard the alarm at all. The problem for Frank of course, is that when one is playing dead (as any good possum will tell you) one must remain completely still.

Oh Frank! That includes your tail! You just can't QUITE contain yourself.

Oh my! What could be better than a morning in bed with coffee, the paper, and two small pugs? It it was so delightful that I didn't even want to get up to answer the phone when it rang...

After all, who would want to leave this?


However, fearing that the call may be important, I covered Frank's chilly little legs and very straight tail, and headed out of the room.

Here is what I found upon my return:


Do you notice anything different?
Perhaps if I zoom in.


Why Bean. What might that be all over your face? You LOOK as though you haven't moved at all...


... and yet, you are staring so intensely at my delicious cup of coffee.

Bean! You might be very, VERY bad. If you are going to sneak your mom's coffee you are most decidedly going to need to slurp much more neatly!

Stickers!

I believe this is what "the cold shoulder" looks like when attempted by a pug:

Someone is not at ALL pleased. I do believe we can safely assume that it has something to do with the latest brilliant artistic feat presented to us by Frank sticker creator, the delightful and talented BSS.

Yes indeed, the rumors are true! Bean has his very own sticker (based on his first bathtub experience, included below for those who might not remember!)

Bean!

But Frank! Do not fear! The blog still has your name, and after all, the Bean is just a sidekick! Every hero needs a sidekick!

And don't you two make a smart looking pair!

Frank, it would seem, remains unconvinced.

Oh Frank, whoever taught you to be so dramatic?
It is so very hard to be a pug.

Sleep. Or the lack thereof...

I seem to not be sleeping very well these days.

I wonder why?

Click here for a clue:
(you are listening, cause you can't see anything in the dark. At midnight. When I am trying to sleep)

I am sad to say that that is not Bean. Nor is it Frank's dad.

Well Frank. At least YOU appear to be well rested...

A Letter From Gus

Dear Frank and Bean,

How are things up north? It is very sunny here and I love to chase all of the squirrels in my new backyard. I wanted to tell you about this super neat treat machine that my mom and dad brought home. It was sort of broken for the first year, and mom and dad spent a LOT of time trying to fix it when it made loud noises. But NOW! Oh boy. All I have to do is follow it around and sit under its chair and there is a constant flow of treats dispensed!

AND its favorite game is to dig through my bin of dog kibble, put some pieces in a bowl, and then dump the bowl out for me! Mom and dad don't like that game so much. I've enclosed a picture of me and the machine, which is just about to dispense a delicious piece of cinnamon toast, in case you want to look for one of your own:

Pretty spiffy, huh?!

Anyhow, I hope that you are well. Please come visit soon and you can have some treats of your very own! Mom and dad are even thinking of bringing a new treat machine home in December just in time for Christmas! Neat!

Much Love,
Your cousin Gus!