My friend Taz and his kitty sibling, Rocky. (That's his dad, dressed as Santa!) 

Christmas from my pooch friends

Mom brought home a present from my friend Taz. They are all sorts of cookies, including my favorite - PEANUT BUTTER! They are so good, I bet even Mommy would eat them. She said that I can't eat them all at once. RUDE! They are MY present! Oh well. Mom said we're gonna go shopping next week for something for Taz, since my forgot about him.

Taz and I did the breast cancer walk together. He's a husky. His little sister, Katelyn came with us. He said she's nice, but sometimes she tugs at his ears. She also steals his cookies. But she makes up for it by dropping her food on the floor so he can eat it. He loves when she drops French fries. I don't know if I want a little human sister or brother. I like being an only child. Ok, so I do have two kitty siblings, but I can chase them. I hear kids chase pugs! I'm good with being kid free for now.

I can't wait to see what other presents I get! Mom got some already from her friends Dayna and Amanda. She was jumping around the house like a lunatic when her packages came. She's a nut, but I love her.

I gotta go, Grandma's making cookies and I have to go beg. She hasn't succumbed to my beggings yet, but there's always hope.

Me and my foster brother, Pugsley saw Santa. 

Pugsley

So we have new new guy living with us. Mom said it's only for a little while and that I need to behave myself because Pugsley is homeless and needs lots of love. Mom said his daddy died and his mommy couldn't care for hi. He's a little out of sorts and peed at Grandma's and at our house. Mom just cleaned it up. But then she told Pugsley that he had to sleep in the crate because she was afraid he'd "mark" in the night. Pugsley was not happy, but eventually he fell asleep.

I guess it's hard to lose your parents and be in a new place. I don't know what I'd do if Mommy had to give me up. I'm sure Grandma would take me in, but it's still a scary thought. I love living with Mommy. She's so good to me. When she has toast she saves the last corner for me and when we snuggle at night she doesn't care that I snore in her ear. She just kisses me on top of the head and pulls me closer. And she's always so happy to see me. The harder I wag my tail the happier she is. When she comes to get me at Grandma's she calls from the bottom of the stairs, "It's Mommy!" and I run to greet her. I kiss her face and she tells me how much she missed me, all day.

I'm a lucky pug to have such a great family. I can be a stinker sometimes, but Mommy knows that I love her. I even love the cats, even though Max doesn't care for me.

I have to go, Grandma and I are sharing some Chex mix. Don't tell Mommy.

T'was the night before dog-mas

The Night Before Dog-mas
By Claudine Gandolti

"Twas the night before Dog-mas when all through the pound
Not a puppy was yelping or playing around;

Our leashes were hung, by our kennels with care,
In hopes that St. Bernard would soon find us there;

Chihuahuas were curled up, all snug in their beds,
While visions of doggie treats danced in their heads;

Max in his collar, on somebody's lap,
Had tucked in his tail for a midwinter's nap,

When outside the room there arose such a clatter,
My ears perked right up to hear what was the matter.

Away to the window I jumped up with glee,
And barked at the shadows that were cast by a tree.

The glow from the moon changed night into day,
And started me thinking,"woof woof time to play!"

When, what with my puppy-dog eyes did I see,
But a splendid dog sled, led by doggies like me.

With a regal furred driver commanding, not stern.
I yelped to the others,"That must be St. Bern!"

More rapid than greyhounds our saviors they came,
And we barked and we howled, and called them by name:

"There's Duchess! There's King! Fat Chance, and bare Buffy!
On Fido! On Scooter! On Rover and Scruffy!

Go by the red fire hydrant and run pass those trees!
Nothing can stop you, not even some fleas!"

As puppies at play chase after a stick,
and race to their masters So lively and quick,

so out in the field his canines all flew,
Catching the frisbees, that St. Bernard threw.

And then in an instant I heard at the door
the Scratching and clawing of each little paw.

As I pulled in my nose, and was turning around,
Through he door St. Bernard came in with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his tail
His wood cask adorned with an icing of hail;

A bag of chew toys he had brought in with him,
And his mouth was turned up into what looked like grin.

His eyes how they twinkled! His ears flopped, how merry!
His coat shone like crystal, his nose like a cherry!

His big floppy mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the fur on his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a bone was held tight in his teeth,
And his collar encircled his neck like a wreath.

He had a large face and a furry, round belly
That bounced when he barked, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was fluffy and plump, a big cuddly, old pooch
and I laughed when I saw him and gave him a smooch.

A wink of his eye and a wag of his tail;
we knew right away We'd have homes without fail.

He howled not a howl, But went straight to his deed,
and took down our leashes That soon we would need.

He opened the door, And families stood there,
with children, all smiling, And much love to spare.

He lept to his sled, to his team gave a call
and away they all flew as if chasing a ball.

But I heard him exclaim as he chewed on a bone;
"Happy Dog-mas to all and to all a good home!"

Oh the humanity... will this woman ever end the torture? 

Mom's loot... 

I made a mess... it was fun. See my new sheep on my back? I was playing horsey. 

Christmas comes early

Mommy has these friends on this pug board on the computer and she did a secret Santa swap. Our Santa lives in England and Mommy went all the way there to get our stuff. I got a new stuffed lamb and Mom got a bunch of girly things. She says they aren't for me and out they away after she took pictures. I wanted to protest but I know Santa is watching and I have to be good.

I also got a new Christmas shirt that she let me wear when I opened my gift. It's pretty near. I can't wait to show the family on Christmas day!

Christmas time... 

Choose your presents carefully....

Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With no thought of the dog filling their head.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Knew he was cold, but didn't care about that.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Figuring the dog was free and into the trash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa Claus - his eyes full of tears.

He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick,
Last years Christmas present, now thin and sick.
More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name.
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain;

"Now, DASHER! Now, DANCER! Now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! On CUPID! On, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all

"I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year,
For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear,
The gift of a dog is not just for the season,
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons.

In our haste to think of giving the kids a gift
There was one important thing that we missed.
A dog should be family, and cared for the same
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain.

And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,
"You weren't given a gift! You were given a life!"

~Author Unknown

Brusha Brusha Brusha

Murph-man here. Mom said my breath was stinky, so she pulled out this stuff called tooth paste. (I do eat poop on occassion, but since it snowed, I couldn't find any to eat.)

Anyway, Mom said this tooth paste stuff was chicken flavored so I thought I'd try it. I loved it! I wanted to eat the whole thing, but Mom said I had to save some for the cats. Then she stuck her finger in my mouth with this brush thing on it. It was so weird. But I was a good boy, cause I liked the taste of it so much. Then she did Max and Hippie's teeth. I was so jealous! I wanted that tooth paste stuff all for me! She said we have to wait till Tuesday for it again, because I only need it three times a week.

I can't wait to see Lola again, so I can give her a kiss with my chicken-breath. I hear chicks dig that.