Photo of the Day #3

This morning, as I was getting dressed pre-walk, I heard something akin to pug shrieking coming from the living room. Thinking that Frank was dying, I quickly ran in to discover this:

Look very closely at the tree (which is on the floor due to a snafu that our cleaning person had with the table...).

Occasionally, being an only child, Frank plays by himself by flinging Gentle Pig up into the air and then chasing him when he lands. I can only imagine that this is what happened here -
the small swatch of pink that can be seen in the tree would be Gentle Pig, to whom Frank could not get from either the ground or the couch.

Oh Frank. Quite the conundrum!

Photo of the Day #2

Normally, when I start to gather the leash for our morning walk, Frank frolics about behind me eagerly.

Not so this morning:

It is my belief that Frank overheard a wee conversation that his dad and I were having about my upcoming trip to San Francisco; sadly a trip on which Frank will not be joining me. Though I tried to get my bag out on the sly, that one eye is actually quite quick, and now what we have is a very sulky pug.

Oh Frank! However could you have learned to be such a drama queen?

Photo of the Day

For the enjoyment of Frank followers everywhere, this week we have decided to post a photo of the day from Frank's morning walk each and every day! At least through Friday.

Today's feature: The giant sunflower....

Oh Frank! It's as if you are a wee pug in Alice and Wonderland.

This weekend, as I was making the delicious broccoli salad recipe given to me by one of Frank's favorite humans, Anna Franzen, I had an unfortunate incident with a spill of dry roasted sunflower seeds. Frank was thrilled and immediately inhaled them.

I like to think that as he was sniffing about the fine specimen of immensity pictured above, he was hoping that some seeds would fall... though it must be said that one is almost always disappointed by the shells as well as the lack of salt found on a fresh sunflower seed.

For a while now, Frank's dad and I have been discussing a seeing eye friend for Frank. We fear that, as it is compromised already, it is only a matter of time before his one good eye is not so good anymore.

I do not think this is what Frank had in mind:

Oh Frank! Whatever is that creeping around your floor?
While Frank and I were on a walk with the delightful mom of Snackler (sadly, Snackler was not along for the visit) we ran into a woman who had found a tortoise wandering the street of a neighborhood - clearly not a wild creature.
We named him Edward for the meantime, and brought him along home to commence the search for his owners. Many signs and interesting responses from Craigslist later, I am pleased to say that Edward (in fact named Scuttle and owned by a very darling 6 year old boy) has been returned to his rightful owners, and Frank is pleased and hopeful that there will soon be a canine replacement.

Vacation...

... sort of. Frank did not get to join us on our visit back east, which means that it hardly qualifies as a vacation as one can never truly enjoy oneself while missing a handsome one eyed-pug.

While on our tragically Frank free visit, we ventured out to our favorite delightful and independent Cape Cod pottery shop, Jobi, to purchase a present for the wonderful parents of Osa, who had agreed to take a snoring and rather disruptive pug for an entire week. Upon arrival we discovered, joy of joys! that they just happened to be featuring doggie bowls!

Oh Frank! What a lucky find! This one was immediately snapped up and purchased for the poor abandoned grandpup by his grandmother Railey, never one to let any pug feel neglected for long!

At first Frank seemed somewhat less than enthused about his new gift...


...thinking perhaps that he would have preferred some delicious salt water taffy.

However, his attitude perked up quite perceptibly at dinner time...

Oh Frank! How scrumptious that dinner must be out of your fancy new bowl!

Upon first trial, the depth did seem to throw him a bit as he flipped kibble up and about over the edges, but being the fine evolutionary beast that he is, Frank overcame the trouble and cleaned the bowl all the way to the signature Jobi fish in the bottom!


Oh Frank! Yum yum!

It must be said that during our time on The Cape, there were sharks seen off shore. The news said that they were in an area frequented by seals, but I am pretty sure that they would have been delighted with such a tasty appetizer of Frank.
Perhaps it is best that he did not go along after all!

Whatever has Frank Been Doing?

You may be wondering to yourself, wherever has Frank been and what has he been doing with his time?

I am sad to say that work has been such that Frank has been somewhat neglected, though he seems not to mind too much just so long as he has somewhere to settle in for the night...

Oh Frank.

Frank is NOT enjoying the heat wave.

In the interest of keeping a handsome pug cool in such mournfully hot weather (sadly without air conditioning) we decided that it was rather necessary to hose down his body temperature. However, in order for a pug not to feel that he is being punished, it is rather advisable to create a water themed game...



Frank, being a pug, enjoys eating pretty much anything, so hosing him down remains fairly delightful as long as he thinks that the real goal is to ingest as much water as possible.
Oh Frank! Such a fun and refreshing way to hydrate!

(Thanks MJ for the very fine film footage!)

A Tasty Treat for a Very Hot Day

Oh Frank.

What a scrumptious looking bite of watermelon.
Do you think that you would enjoy a taste?

Oh my! Delicious!
I do a wee bit of melon rind won't hurt a pug...

A Very Hot Day

I do not believe that Frank realizes what a lucky pug he is to live in the Pacific Northwest. Not only do our winters not get terribly cold, but also our summers do not get terribly hot. As you may or may not know, the pug does not do well in extreme temperatures of any kind because of their brachycephalic (wee squished) snouts.

Today, however, was a bit of a scorcher for the area at almost 90 degrees, so we began the day by putting a fan on the floor for Frank...

(Oh Frank! That is so nice! His eye began to space out and I suspect that he was imagining a doggle free car ride...)

...then had a break from the fan in the middle of the day for a tasty summer snack...

(Oh Frank! Delicious!)

... then ended the day back in front of Frank's new favorite acquisition; in what his dad likes to refer to as the "got dropped out of a window pose."

(and no, Frank did not, in fact, enjoy that beer you see before assuming this drunkard's pose!)

Oh Frank! What a crazy and odd creature you are!

Baby Ladue

But what do you MEAN she doesn't have fur or a tail?

Frank was very startled to hear this about his cousin Gusaroo's new family addition!

Welcome to the family Luciana Railey Ladue!


(Gus and Frank last summer, oh what a fine canine brother and cousin each will be!)