Shirts

"A"... Dad has this bright idea about putting a shirt on me. He thought it would help keep Dollie Mae from grabbing on my shoulders and biting me so much. I admit, my booboos are getting a bit sore. Dad puts medicine on them everynight....cause he cares. But Dollie gets rough everyday. Keeps me from healing up.

"D"... Mom suggested Goodwill to dad. And off they went!

"A"... They brought home 0-3 month little one piece outfits to try out. I think I look rather dashing in mine. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

"D"... I guess I will have to settle for now. Mom got a green shirt to match the little hat she got the other day. I can't wear it for now. She forgot to pick any girly type shirts. Arrt is letting me wear one of his.

"A"... I didn't put up much a fight. Neither did Dollie. I heard them talking. If we are good and do not tear these shirts up, much, then they will get pretty fancy ones for us to wear out of the house to visit other place. Whoo Hooo!

Mom and eBay

"D"... mom was looking around on eBay this evening. She found these two items. They are suppose to be on tshirts. I guess she thought they were cute or something.

"A"... I heard her tell dad that she would see if she could find a way to put "our" faces on things.....this should be interesting to see......mom is always finding something new to craft with.

"D"... well, Arrt, I certainly don't mind being her inspiration. :)

Kitchen raider

"A"... well, I got in trouble today. Dollie and I have been really good dogs. We stay on the carpet and off the kitchen floor. Been doing this for over a week. Mom and dad tell me I am a good boy for staying out.

"A"... But darn it, there was a new can of cat food. It's for Cricket, I know. It was just sitting there......I am sure I heard it call my name. It was saying, "Arrt, come eat me.....I taste goooooood". Who am I to turn down something that tastes good? Right?

"A"... Dad didn't think it was such a good idea tho. He fussed at me. BAD DOG.....man I hate that sound.....so I took off with my tail tucked (you CAN tuck a curly tail, I figured out how to do it today).......the only problem is I found the litter box on the way back to the carpet.

"A"... Yessssss it called to me, just like the cat food can! I swear it called me! I heard it. Which of course meant I had to stop and check it out.

"A"... BAD DOG! Twice in two seconds......yike yike yike......

Bark! Mom, Bark!

"D"... Mom just swatted at me.....cause I won't stay off her feet while she is working on the table thingy. Not sure what she is doing, but I want to sit on her feet.!

BARK! MOM.....BARK!!

Yike! Mom just barked back at me! How weird.....she sounds so scary! Bark. Bark Bark!

Yike yike..... She did it again! Mom just said "she" is the alpha big dog around here.

I think I will stop barking at her, for now.....let her win. Give her a false sense of security. hehehehe

Rag Doggies

"A"... I got dad's rag
"D"... I got dad's rag!
"A"... grrrrrrr grrrrrrrr

My turn

"D"... water water everywhere...... Getting to like this bathtime ritual. The warm water feels rather nice. Mom rubs the brush all over to remove loose hair and stuff. That feels extra good. Wonder if I will always get my bath in the kitchen sink? LOL

Arrt, the dirty dirty scurvy dog

"A"... Awwww man. Bath time....again. Everytime I turn around I am getting a bath. It does feel good tho. Flea soap to help keep the bugs from getting me. Lots of towel drying from dad. It is probably not all that bad. Its not as scary as it was the first time.

Crate training updated

"D"... after some consideration.....I like my crate. :) You ever want to know how to confuse your humans....go lay in your crate, during the middle of the day.....for no reason! Ha!

"A"... what a hoot, huh Dollie? We both took a nap today. Dad couldn't find us. Hehehehehe

"D"... yelp! Hehehehe I admit, we sort of cheated, I guess. We slept in the same one. But he didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he said we were good puppers when we woke up.

Hic----up Hic-----up

"A"... Hicup, hicup. Man.....what in the world makes me hicup all the time? Mom says it means I am growing. She says "her" mom used to say that. Whatever, I don't like doing it..... hic...hic... hicup hic.....

What are you waiting for??

"A"... Come on guys! We are all ready to go in!

"D"... Humans, they can take FOREVER sometimes.

Showing "Baby" to Dollie

"D"... I guess its okay, for a bike.

"A"... Okay? Only okay?? Sheese....Girls!

"D"... Must be a "guy thing".

"BABY"

"A"... Look at me! My first time on dad's "Baby". Looks like a bike to me.....but what the heck! I think I look rather regal up here, if you ask me. Maybe I can sneak a ride some night when dad isn't looking. hehehehe

Patience is a virtue

"D"... do you think mom will ever be done with the computer??

"A"... doesn't seem like it.

"D"... well, wake me when she is, then we can add some notes to our blog page, okay?? Okay Arrt?? Arrt???

"A"...z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z

Get me home tag

Flip!~~run in circles~~whine~~Flip Flip Flip!!

"A"...what in the world is on my collar?? I can't see it! I can't get it with my mouth!!!

Aggggghhhh Flip ~~ run in circles the other way! Scratch, scratch, scratch~~~~

"D"...oh Arrt....its okay. I heard that we are now wearing tags that can help us get back home if, heaven forbid, we ever get lost. They are cute little silver hearts.

"A"...You're sure? That is all it is??

"D"...Yes, I am sure....I can see yours. Look at mine...

"A"...Hurumph.....Okay, then......I will live with the darn thing. You know, these humans could stop trying to find ways to bug me. Thank you very much! Geeeeeeze.

"D"...Sure....they could.....but I have to admit.....you DID look pretty funny for a few moments....

So much for the sharing concept....

"A"... Mine!

"D"... Mine!!

"A"... Mine, mine, mine!

"D"... Mine!

Squeek...Squeek.....Squeek

Aw man

"A"... I got in trouble, just like Dollie. She tinkled on the pillow, mom took it away. I went and gave it a try on the blanket. Mom had a really mad voice and told me I was a "bad dog". I have decided that I do not like being a "bad dog" at all....... Don't know why I did it.....we go outside all the time. There was just a smell that needed me, I guess. Mom put down a new clean blanket for our toys. I hope we get the pillow back soon. Dollie is missing her pillow. And I will certainly try hard not to make mom mad...I don't get scratches when she has that mad sound.

Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy

No pillow for Dollie Mae

"D"... Guess I was not too good this morning. I went and tinkled on the pillow. I don't really know why.....I have been outside many times already. Mom took the pillow away. I miss it.

This is a neat picture of me tho. They say its done like a water color painting.

Wonder if I will ever see my pillow again???

Bahhhh on the crates

"A"... Dollie keeps attacking on me today. Just playing around at first, but its hurting my back and shoulders. Dad has been putting medicine on the booboos so they won't bleed. She has such sharp baby teeth.

"D"... I know....I don't mean to hurt you....I truely don't.

"A"... All I know is mom stayed home from work today. She is not feeling all the great, I guess. And we keep getting put back in our crates cause of our rough housing. She is not sounding mad or anything....I think she is just worried about my back. She tried letting us stay in "our room" in the bathroom so we would have space to play.

"D"... Don't like having to stay in the crate, do you Arrt?

"A"... Nope. I think you need to settle down and give it a break. Then we can stay out and play with the fun stuff that squeeks. Next time she gets us out....let's try that?

"D"... Sure, cause I don't want to stay in here either. Yeal, we get a treat each time, and its a good place to nap, but otherwise, quite boring if you ask me.

Another dog around here?

"D"... Ummmm, tonight while playing with dad.....I saw another dog! Not cool! I saw it under the tv.....I would get close and it would get close to me....I barked at the dog, it barked at me. I ran to the side of the tv and checked behind it too. Couldn't find the dog tho. How confusing. Yes, mom laughed at me for this. She pointed out to dad that I am barking at my reflection..... Reflection??? Nooooooo I am barking at that other dog! Bark!

No Dog Territory

"A"... now why in the world can't we get into the kitchen with you? I mean, only cause I run straight over to eat Cricket's food should not be a good enough reason to keep me out, right Dollie?

"D"... Oh I don't know Arrt. Maybe its the fact I keep trying to steal something out of the trashcan to play with. You know how much I love finding a napkin so you and I can play keep-away.

"A"... Yeal, you could be right. I have taken Crickets toy mouse a time or too also......Well, whatever it is, they use the kitchen chairs to build a fence to keep us out of "NO Dog Territory".

"D"... Did you notice, mom started teaching us to stay out of the kitchen without all of the chairs set up. I heard her tell dad that "they" need to teach "us".....not the other way around. She seems to think we are smart enough to learn to stay out of the kitchen no matter what. What the heck! I can try to learn this concept. It makes her happy.

"A"... If you can try, so can I. Besides, I am already coming to see that I don't like mom's angry voice. I much prefer hearing what a good pugger I am. That makes me wag my little curly tail. Dad laughs when I wag my tail. Arf! Humans like anything, it seems.

"THE" stairs

"A".....okay, so what if I was afraid of the stairs right at first? Who wouldn't be?? They are so big compaired to my size. Think about it, they were all at my tummy and I had to put alot of effort into jumping up without falling backwards.

This is a picture mom had from my first few days here at the home. Dollie is a show off, of course. She learned to do the stairs in the first real try. I sort of got up two steps and whined......it worked too! Dad would pick me up and take me inside. I liked that special attention. hehehehe

But then, darn if the humans didn't outsmart me. Mom came back out one time, and MADE me go up the steps.....
she was behind me, and put each of my paws up, one at a time and got me to climb the steps on my own. She kept telling me what a good pugger I am and that I was a big boy for doing the stairs all by myself. It worked! The very next time we all went outside, I came up them.......without any help! That was a good day for me.

I wonder, do you think they will ever expect me to go DOWN those darn things?? That looks even harder and scarier than learning to go up! Maybe they won't think about it.......do you think??

New Red Collar

"D"... my pretty red bandana print collar got all scratched up. Looked pretty ratty, if you ask me. Thank goodness mom thought so too.

Her and dad looked for a nice one at Walmart. I hear mom wants to put pink on me, but never finds a collar she actually likes in pink. GOOD! I don't like pink.....yuck! What a girly color. Red will work just fine, thank you very much.

Anyway, they went for a simple red one this time around. I heard dad tell mom to scrap book my first collar. Now why would anyone want to do that?? Humans are weird. It appears she will scrap it tho. She cut off a piece from the back side that was still pretty print and said she will put in on a page with tis picture I guess that is okay....and not too weird, right?

Put it right back here.....

"D".... here Arrt......this is where we put our stash of goodies. Hopefully mom won't find them this time.

Sharing is fun

"A"... we share everything.....and I mean everything! Doesn't matter if its a leaf, stick, toy, goodie or just a neat smell in the grass. Dollie will run over to see what it is I have.

Hummmmm maybe she isn't actually into sharing that much?? She might just not want me to have anything that she doesn't have! Dollie does seem sort of pushy at times.

But that's okay, I suppose. There never seems to be an end to the goodies, leaves and sticks around here. So why not share? It makes me happy. : ) Besides, if I want it bad enough....I know how to growl and walk away with it. Trust me.

Squeek

"D" ... this is the first toy I learned to squeek. Grab it juuuusssttt right and I get rewarded with this wonderful "squeek"! Whoo hooo! I love it every time. I know these other toys do it too, cause dad loves to make the noise when we all play. Maybe I can learn to squeek them too?

Arrt learned on the pork chop. Good for Arrt!

How to get attention

"D"... Mom is always doing something, it seems. Scrapping, crochet, reading a book.....or playing on the laptop. I figured out how to get some extra attention! I jump right here next to her and give the world famous "puppy dog eyes". Works every time! Extra scratches are a very good thing. Yelp, I am training mom pretty darn good. Shhhhhhh, let's just keep this a secret between me and you, okay? hehehe

Our new crates

"D" Nope, don't like them! Arf! Much prefer the bathroom where Arrt and I sit and lay together. It is where we have been since getting here to our home. When in my crate, I miss Arrt.....he is so soft and comfy to sleep with.

"A" The crate is okay, I guess. It has a towel and my squeeky toy. So far, mom or dad have given me a treat when I go in. So , I guess that is cool enough. I agree with Dollie Mae, I miss getting to sleep up against here. With time I will get used to having my own "room". Mom says that will be nice.

"D" At least the crates are close to mom and dad. They have them under the kitchen table and we can hear what is going on. For some reason they have been laying a towel over the front tho. I guess its cause I keep barking and barking when I can see them. What the heck.....if the crate is suppose to be good for me.....I will give in and learn to like it. Why not? This is the first thing that hasn't seemed like that much fun.......

"A" Here is a link mom got from one of her online pug groups. Mom likes her groups it seems.....she is always emailing and chatting with someone. Keeps her out of trouble! hehehehe Anyway, this link seems like a good one to share with others.

http://www.inch.com/~dogs/cratetraining.html

Potty Training

"D"... The potty training is going darn good.

Mom or Dad takes us outside every two hours or so. I like it alot. Nice to not have the "mess" in my play area.

We (Arrt and I) get outside and find just the right spot everytime. Only takes a few moments. Then we get to come back into the cool house. Most of the time we get lots of petting and "good puggers". Mom likes to give us a carrot for this.

Hey, I don't mind getting the carrots. Just don't tell her I would potty outside even if she didn't give me a carrot. I much prefer leaving it where no one can see it! Trust me!

"pick it up....good boy!"

"A"...Look what I taught dad to do! I taught him to "pick it up". I wasn't sure he would ever learn the concept! Up till now, I was having to pick up toys and carry them around for myself. Then dad, finally learned to pick them up for me. Good boy, dad!

You know what tho? I call it "pick it up", and dad throws things and calls it "fetch". Hummmmmmmm Whatever makes him happy, I guess!

Look what G-mom Roberts gave us

"D"....We got a box from G-mom Roberts. Pretty cool to have a grandmom, huh? :) She sent Arrt and myself some good doggie bowls for our water and food. The best part are the ropes she put in. Since Arrt and I like to share everything, we can play with these really easy.

"A"... Yeal, I am happy with the ropes too. Although, I am not so sure Dollie is sharing with me......hehehehe I suspect that anything I want to play with, she thinks is the best toy at the time, and she runs to take it to play with herself. Good thing I am such an easy going soul. Cause I don't mind she is taking things......there is always something else to play with around here.

Dad's chair is my chair too

Arrt here.....I have a place that is about perfect to sit. I hear its called "dad's chair". Not all that sure what that means.....it fits my puppy body really well. I jump up and snuggle into it as much as possible.

My first couple of weeks here, dad would help me. He could see that my short legs kept me from getting up into the chair. So he would tilt it back a bit......Dollie and I would take a running start and run up the foot of the recliner and get up to the seat. Yeal, we were both pretty proud of ourselves, thank you. :)

Just for the record, these pictures are when I was about three weeks younger......Dollie Mae and I are working to get caught up with our sharing. I can get up and down from the chair just fine now. No help needed. Yelp, getting to be a big boy, aren't I?

"MY" pillow

Me again, Dollie Mae. I thought I would share my favorite pillow with you. I got it from mom. Well, actually, I took it away from mom!

The first day we were home from our trip....mom was picking things up off the floor. I heard her say she was puppy proofing the house. Not sure what that means......I do know, she took all the fun things to chew up off the floor!

Well, she was picking up this pillow when I decided I liked the look of it. I ran over and grabbed part of the ruffle part. I pulled it out of mom's hand. She laughed at me and said I was a silly pugger. When she turned to put it up on the chair, I tugged on it again. Thank goodness she understood what I wanted. The pillow looked like the perfect place for me to nap and rest. I guess mom agreed cause the pillow is now mine. I do share it with Arrt. There is plenty of room for both of us to relax.

Unfortunately mom learned a secret about my pillow. All the things she thought she picked up off the floor....welllllll.....I still find little tidbits here and there. I like to hide them under the pillow. Mom figured it out.....now my scraps of paper, weird piece of plastic and napkins are gone. I'm really going to miss the little piece of "what the heck is this??" that she threw away. hehehehehe

Arf! Arf!

Arf and Hi there!

I am Dollie Mae. My cousin is Arrt. Yelp, his name is spelled with 2 "r's". He is a pirate at heart.....Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. At least that is what Daddy G says. LOL

Momma G set us up a blog so we can share life from our point of view.....most of it from human knee level and down. HA!

I was born May 20, 2005 in Arkansas. Arrt was born May 22nd, he is from Arkansas, as well. "I" am older.....and trust me....I am always reminding Arrt of that fact.

The pictures in this first post are from Jan. She was our first love in Arkansas. We enjoyed playing with Jan very much. She took these photos to send to Momma and Daddy G while they were waiting for us to be old enough to come and join them.

There will be many more photos to come. I know cause it seems like Mom or Dad are always pointing a camera at us. I guess they think we are movie stars or something. Arf!