Frustration thy name is Natasha

Ugh! Mom and everyone were out in the backyard ALL day. But was it to play or throw the ball for me and Boris? OH NO. They were just messing around with dirt and stuff. I mean, who wants to dig in the dirt when they can play glorious FETCH?? I barked, and whined, and even cried some but mostly I got to watch people do stuff to windows from inside. Who takes perfectly good windows into the yard anyway?
But mom finally came to her senses and took us on a walk, and after that there was finally some ball! And I am sure I got to it much more than Boris did, cause I am just WAY better.
But, I wish I could throw the ball myself...then I would never have to stop playing.

I Love The Nightlife!

Well, it’s official – I’ve decided to become nocturnal. For all of my doggie friends, that means that I’ve decided that I need to stay up ALL night. Well, at least my stomach has decided that for me. All of this mixup with my medicines, and the rat poison has really gotten my routine outta whack. I know that mom is working hard to get everything all balanced again, but doesn’t she understand that I’m a delicate dog? I’m just built that way. So I guess we’re going back to as close to zero as we can. But WHOOPIE, this means that they’ve really cut back on my medications. Mom thinks that I can’t tell when she hides those pills in my food, but I TOTALLY CAN. I’m just being nice. They said it might take a couple of days for my stomach to settle down on this new simplified diet. Meanwhile I’m up ALL NIGHT, and I don’t even get to watch Leno. At the very least mom & dad could leave the remote out for me. Oh well, I can go and check on mom every half an hour or so just to let her know that I’m still away. I know that’s reassuring to her.
~Natasha

Trying Hard

Well we saw the vet AGAIN this weekend. But it was good news for the most part. My blood is normal. Well of course it is. It’s inside of me – that’s normal. No more stickin! But the rat posion should be all out of my system now, and it shouldn’t be causing me to be cranky. But the vet said that the restricted diet from the allergist could be making me irritable. ‘Cause diets make you crabby. I KNEW I should be getting some more food! But mom is waiting to hear from the allergist today, and waiting to hear from the trainer too. Meanwhile I still am just getting my kibble, and I have to wear a ribbon when I’m in the house around the cats. (But that doesn’t always stop me from chasing them – mom has to fall asleep sometime – ha ha!) But mom is giving me more kibble – blah kibble. I used to get oatmeal and pumpkin, and fish and eggs and all sorts of good stuff. Wouldn’t you be cranky too?

I’m trying to show mom that I can be a happy, happy dog too. I’m waking up really early. Well, only on the weekends. I got up this Saturday at 5AM. I thought maybe mom forgot to set her alarm. So I jumped on her and licked her face and wiggled at her until she got up. But she was crabby – maybe she’s on a diet? Well, she was OK after she was up for a little bit. I’m still playing the “who loves the Natasha/mommy” game. So I’m trying not to be cranky all of the time. Even towards those darn cats.

Poisioned!

So I’ve been a little “off” lately. About a week and a half ago I went with mom to her work and while she was fixing a printer I went around to say HI to everyone like I usually do. Only there was this delicious & distracting smell – kind of like nuts and seeds and peanut butter all rolled up together. I tried to get it into my mouth but it was stuck to the floor. I tried to chew it but it was as hard as a rock. So I settled for licking it. Mom was calling me and I usually go to her, but this was too delish, she ended up coming to find me instead. Then all heck broke loose. Mom was yelling and we were running and we went to the pet hospital. Mom was on the phone a lot yelling at someone who wasn’t supposed to leave stuff like that out apparently and finding out exactly what it was. I guess it kills mice and it might have killed me! But the people at the Dove Lewis pet hospital were really nice and they gave me this black grainy stuff that made me throw up – it was icky. They said everything was going to be OK. But PHEW – throwing up makes you tired. And mom was really sobby.

So I’ve been going to the vet and they’ve been poking me and looking at me all over to make sure there isn’t any long lasting effects because I guess this stuff can hang around for a loooong time. Who knew that yummy snacks could be so bad for you? But mom says everything has been normal so far. BUT, I’ve been really CRANKY. EVERYTHING seems to annoy me now. I want to bite everyone. So far I’ve kept it to growling at dad, biting Boris when I got woken up unexpectedly, and I got into a big fight with Aramis cat – but he was ASKING FOR IT! Mom is at her wit’s end and I hear her on the phone with the vet and my trainer. I can’t help it mom – I don’t feel good.

Hanging Out

Mom’s been having a really hard time at work lately. She’s been sick, and had to catch up from that. And her boss has been giving her grief about some other stuff so she’s been upset when she gets home. I don’t get it. Her most important job is to take care of me and she hasn’t been home to do that. I hardly ever get to see her anymore. I’ve been spending a lot of time with dad, and he’s cool, but I miss my mom. I don’t like it when she’s upset, it makes me really agitated too. I haven’t been sleeping well and my tummy has been urpy lately so at least I’ve had some mom time in the middle of the night. But that’s when we can least appreciate it, and while I like that – I need my beauty sleep. So I’m on eggs and rice right now, or eggs and oatmeal and if the nausea doesn’t stop I’ll have to go to the vet. Mom is mystified as to why my tummy is rumbly and I just know that I want to feel better. Dad’s been keeping a close eye on me as well and I’ve been going to Grandma Joyce’s and even to Dad’s work downtown! Grandma Joyce has been really busy. She’s going to visit a Grand Canyon or a really big hole. But she is really excited about it. And everyone at Dad’s work downtown is really nice, even Hedi the corgi dog. Although we had a little argument ‘cause she’s kinda bossy. And you can’t have two bosses. Only I am the boss of me, well…me and mom. And after the argument Dad wouldn’t let me run around anymore and I had to sit in his office ~ boring. It was still pretty tiring, thankfully mom came and picked me up, otherwise I would have had to be there for a long time without much to do. But then I got to spend some time with mom. And it was quality kitchen time, ‘cause mom was making me eggs. She was also making biscuits but she wouldn’t give me ANY of those no matter how I begged and I really tried. Anyway, the weekend is coming up so hopefully I’ll get to spend more time with mom, and I hope my tummy will feel better too.
~Natasha

Dr. Natasha

Yay, mom felt well enough to be out on the couch last night! I was so excited that I wiggled, and wiggled and gave her lots of puggie kisses. That HAS to help her feel better, right? She always feels my forehead when I feel all smacky. So I kissed her ALL over her face. Well, until she asked me to stop standing on her tummy. Boy did her tummy make some strange noises. I growled right back at it though. Just in case there was a strange dog hiding underneath the blankets. Mom laughed at me and showed me that there wasn’t any dog, well…if it was, then I was ready! And dad got everything for her. Boy I wish I could make him get my toys. Sometimes I have to whine and whine before he’ll get something that went under the couch. I have short little arms! Mom even got EGGS for DINNER! HEY, that’s my special not feeling good treat. But at least she shared with me. I even got a little bit of toast when dad wasn’t looking. Mom said she couldn’t finish it all anyway. But she sent me on a walk with just dad after. Bah, dad just does short walks right now, he just wants to get back to play his car crash video game. I can’t wait until mom feels better. I’m going to keep a close eye on her until she does – no more disappearing for her. Plus, there might be more eggs.

~Natasha

I've been TAGGED!!

I convinced mom to stay up and answer my tag which was delivered on SUNDAY!! Stupid mom...stupid flu!

Anyway, thanks for the tag Ping!

Name 4 jobs you have:

1.) Bird & Squirrel Chaser – this is getting tougher lately, they forget it’s MY YARD! And those bluejays are BOLD.
2.) Taking toys from Boris – this is indeed a full time job.
3.) Practicing my “sad pug look.” Obviously I don’t have it down yet as mom & dad don’t do everything I desire.
4.) Being super cute!

Name 4 Places I have stayed at:

1.) Mom & Dad’s house
2.) Grandma & Grandpa’s place in Lake Oswego – they have a pond
3.) Auntie Melissa & Uncle Jerry’s farm in Oregon City – they have chickens and goats!
4.) Lexi Dog Daycare on Macadam – tons of our doggie friends go there too.

Name 4 Places I would rather be:

1.) Chasing Boris
2.) Chasing Cats
3.) In any room I'm shut outta
4.) Barking!

So I answered all the questions now I will tag......
Mojotiki – because of his pawsome page
Funny Harley
Wheezer – ‘cause I luv carrots too!
Bruce, ‘cause he’s hysterical

Mom called in sick....TO ME!?!?

Mom has the flu. And dad picked up some stupid video game. So I’m getting virtually NO attention. Mom’s been going to work for teeny tiny bits and then she’s either been locked up in the bathroom or the bedroom for the last couple of days. I can scratch on the door, but it isn’t producing any results. Her laptop is sitting all wrapped up in its little bag. Darn me for not having opposable thumbs! My whining isn’t getting results either – dad is REALLY wrapped up in that new video game – Car Crash Vice City or something like that. Well, one of them better pay attention to me soon or I’m going to SHOW THEM!
~Natasha

Up Up and Away!

So I try and tell mom that she HAS to let me on to the computer to update my diary. I mean, a girl has to have someplace to write down her thoughts. But mom has been an absolute lump on the couch when she gets home. Something about a hard day at work, blah blah blah. Try being a princess pug, now that’s WORK. I mean, I am an ambassador of pugdom and that’s a BIG responsibility. There’s upkeep, and a twenty four hour a day diva attitude, that’s hard to keep up all of the time. AND, I have to keep my brother Boris in line – he might start thinking he has some toys that are his. Not to mention the cats. They might start thinking they rule the house if they didn’t get chased once in a while. And who would clean up all of the food that hits the floor if I didn’t do it? Some stupid broom? Or make sure that the couch is arranged just right. Of course, if I could design everything perfectly all the pillows would be on the floor, but life is rarely perfect. AND who would let mom and dad know of all of the DANGERS that lurk around the EVERY MOMENT OF THE DAY. Not Boris, nuh uh, no way. Only I am alert enough to let them know when another dog is barking too close to the house, or a bird is looking in the window. Why I’m not just a princess, I’m a pug superhero! Mom just doesn’t know it.

Maybe I need a cape,
~Natasha

Company & various bites

Yesterday we had COMPANY! Mom and dad spent the morning cleaning the house. That was OK because mom took Boris and me out for a walk during the worst of it. Mom doesn’t like us sniffing around when there’s cleaners out. She doesn’t mind us chasing the vacuum cleaner, but apparently I’m not supposed to investigate spray bottles. So we got a short walk up to Starbucks and mom left us outside for a moment – but I could see her the WHOLE time, which was good. I was really good, stayed sitting, no barking and even wiggled when a couple of people said hi to me when they walked by. So I got a lot of pets and treats when mom came out. She told me she had been watching me the entire time and I had been SUCH a good princess, and if I had gotten in any trouble she would’ve run right out. I’m worth WAY more than any drink, or even her wallet.
When we got back to the house there were PEOPLE! But that means I missed the doorbell, and I LOVE barking at the doorbell. But I made up for it by running up the stairs and barking from the front door. I got SO excited that mom put me in the kennel for a bit. NO FAIR. But I did calm down. And then I helped mom bring snacks down to the basement by running down in front of her and barking to let everyone know she was coming with FOOD. And the other people brought chicken and crackers and CHEESE IN A CAN! And when mom and dad weren’t looking they gave me a little bit. But mom and dad found out though, ‘cause later I had horrible gas, so they yelled at uncle Will. But I hope he doesn’t stop being so nice. I love it when people come over, they always drop SO much stuff. And then when mom was picking stuff up she left the big bowl of pretzels out where I could get a couple of really good mouthfuls in before I got caught. Darn, I ALWAYS get caught. But it was an exciting, bountiful day, full of new tastes – and new smells for mom.
I’ll see if they forgot anything else today.
~Natasha