Piper is Pissed.
What?! Finally getting back to the blogging habit, and my first "new" post wasn't about "the Pug"? Heads will roll.
Our newest family member is a now-almost-four-month-old Pug named Piper (or "little Pugger", "Pipes", "Puglet", or "Peanut"). She's a fawn and black hellion, the canine bride of Satan. She fits in perfectly.
Pipes is a funny little dog. She's very adept at helping me undress, especially with removing my socks. The only fly in the ointment is that she wants to undress my feet while I am trying to get the socks on. Piper also has a thing for dish towels.....I'd hate to label it a fetish at her tender age, but if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and has feathers like a duck.....well....She's as full of joy as any puppy I have ever met, and she brings smiles to even the most dedicated dog-hating cat person. She's afraid of loud noises, balloons and nothing else. She is the new bane of Chunky's existance, drags poor Clio around the floor by her tail, makes Madison even more determined to slit her paws, but Kirby adores her. This is not a case of a well-socialized adult dog putting up with a puppy. This is love. Kirby plays with Piper, cuddles her, lets her take toys and food from him. As if we needed another reason to love Kirby.....
MacKenzie wants to eat the baby, but that's another blog topic.
I now get to come home from work to a nine pound dynamo with a permanent case of the zoomies. She races around so fast that she (regularly) loses her footing (would that be 'pawing'?) and wipes out, then starts all over again. Cute doesn't even begin to describe it.
Christine is in absolute love with this cuddly, inquisitive, mischievious little chicken slut (she is one of our dogs after all). They play this dopey game called "shark attack"; one has to see it to appreciate it, and I think Piper pretends to enjoy it to make sure Chris' feelings don't get hurt. They are very much in tune with one another, the love they share is palpable.
She's a force of nature, our wee Puglet.
Our newest family member is a now-almost-four-month-old Pug named Piper (or "little Pugger", "Pipes", "Puglet", or "Peanut"). She's a fawn and black hellion, the canine bride of Satan. She fits in perfectly.
Pipes is a funny little dog. She's very adept at helping me undress, especially with removing my socks. The only fly in the ointment is that she wants to undress my feet while I am trying to get the socks on. Piper also has a thing for dish towels.....I'd hate to label it a fetish at her tender age, but if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and has feathers like a duck.....well....She's as full of joy as any puppy I have ever met, and she brings smiles to even the most dedicated dog-hating cat person. She's afraid of loud noises, balloons and nothing else. She is the new bane of Chunky's existance, drags poor Clio around the floor by her tail, makes Madison even more determined to slit her paws, but Kirby adores her. This is not a case of a well-socialized adult dog putting up with a puppy. This is love. Kirby plays with Piper, cuddles her, lets her take toys and food from him. As if we needed another reason to love Kirby.....
MacKenzie wants to eat the baby, but that's another blog topic.
I now get to come home from work to a nine pound dynamo with a permanent case of the zoomies. She races around so fast that she (regularly) loses her footing (would that be 'pawing'?) and wipes out, then starts all over again. Cute doesn't even begin to describe it.
Christine is in absolute love with this cuddly, inquisitive, mischievious little chicken slut (she is one of our dogs after all). They play this dopey game called "shark attack"; one has to see it to appreciate it, and I think Piper pretends to enjoy it to make sure Chris' feelings don't get hurt. They are very much in tune with one another, the love they share is palpable.
She's a force of nature, our wee Puglet.
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