A certificate for me!!

Last Friday I went to my sixth and final puppy class and was awarded a certificate (but better still a bag of treats) for my efforts over the last weeks.
I liked jumping the hurdles best (they were only 2" high) and am looking forward to my intermediate course.

Later this week I'm told we are going away in the caravan again, the cats are being left at home and mummys daughter is coming to look after them, ahh, four days with mummy and daddy all to myself!!!

To Scoot or Pugtona?

It's been really hot here over the last few days I have to get lots of sleep on the cool kitchen floor.
Today I was washed, nice and cool followed by a game of chase the towel and chase anything in the garden until I was good and hot and sweaty again.
When I'm chased and get very excited I forget everything else and tuck my bottom in and with ears back run in mad circles around the house or garden. My parents call it the 'pug scoot' but I read that it is also called the 'pugtona' by other parents.
I know they want a picture of me while I scoot but I say..................................

Going to Skool

For the last five weeks my parents have been taking me to skool, I'm not sure if they are learning much but I'm really getting the hang of it.
The longer it takes to learn to sit/down/stand the more treats you get.

I love running through the tunnel and meeting other puppies but they don't understand the beauty of the pug face and don't want to play.

Friday was the fifth night and I was to show how well I'm learning my trick for the sixth week finale. I am to roll over, but prefer to just roll on my back and have my tummy and paws tickled, get loads more treats as well!

One of the favurite things about going to puppy classes is the ride there, one week we passed this beautiful albino peacock.

I always pay attention in my classes

The Bean Bag

In May my parents took me on my first holiday. I enjoyed a trip to Mid Wales to see Mummy's big daughter Nicola who lives with Jonathan in a flat up some steps.
 Dogs are not allowed to stay there so we stayed in our caravan
I had my own bedroom in the caravan (although they kept mistakenly calling it the shower!) and got lots of attention from everyone on the site. Even the big strong builder man was very attentive.
 I loved the soft bean bag in Nicola's flat so much that mummy  promised to buy me one of my own when we get home.



Here is a picture of me on the beanbag.
It's soft and lovely to sleep on but best of all I can chew the zip and if I'm left alone long enough can get through the two inner linings as well and watch the little polystyrene roll around the kitchen floor.
Now it is kept up high and they only let me sleep on it when I'm supervised.......some people are just no fun.

I have been a bit unlucky with my health, apparently they call it demodectic mange or something and I was born with it. This means I have to be bathed twice a day in a nasty chemical concoction but at least I have stopped being so itchy and scabby all the time.
It's inherited and I overheard them saying that I would have to be neutered now in case I pass it on.
Sounds like fun, I wonder what it means?

Chester - The early months

I was alone in my crate when my new parents arrived. My only brother had found his new parents the day before, they said he was 'different', I think they meant a bit of a scruff because my new parents fell in love with my looks as soon as they saw me. The lady said that I was the good looking one.

I was born on February 22nd near Scunthorpe and was whisked away to Culverthorpe, Lincolnshire on April 18th.
My new parents lavished me with toys, a new crate and a bed with a lovely chewable cushion.

I started on my cushion straight away and soon had the stuffing out of it, you can see the remains in the picture, 'Fang' they called this one!

My starting weight was 1.80kg and now, at five months I am 4.80kg. I like to watch my food being carefully weighed and then insisting on being fussed and cuddled before I eat it.
And of course I must have someone with me while I'm eating, don't want my parents thinking they can just go back to bed and leave me!

Puggy Le Peu alias Chester, at 3 months old

Chester is a very handsome pug, he's half American, that's why his coat is blonder than the UK pugs and his legs are a little longer, he's bigger all over really.
Within a month of bringing him home we discovered that he had a type of mange. It affected his face in particular and brought him out in angry weeping sores.
To treat this we had to bathe him every day in some very unpleasant chemicals but he never made a peep, perfect brave little boy!
Having just completed a course of chemo myself, he was a wonderful gift and really took my mind off things.