Likes: Loves to hide under the covers and stay in bed all day.
Pet-Peeves: Is afraid of anything flying overhead. Doesn't like getting his cheesey wrinkles cleaned.
Favorite Toy: LOVES his squeaky ball.
Favorite Food: Breakfast in bed.
Favorite Walk: To the duck pond with his brother and sister.
Best Tricks: He likes to run Pugtona in big sweeping circles around the yard as fast as he can.
Arrival Story: We rescued Java from an awful Puppy mill. He had some problems with seizures when younger, but we found a diet that helped to control them. Java (That's MISTER Java to YOU!) is the most loving, big-hearted little dog. He wouldn't harm a fly, and I don't say this in front of him, but he's our "special" Pug. He looks like Ernest Borgnine, but his heart is as BIG as TEXAS! Occasionally he gets cheesey face, but a good wrinkle cleaning fixes that right up. His brother and sister like to give him kisses.
My birthday was just pawsome this week. I got birthday cookies from the Dog Loft, and a new clucky chicken, and no spankins after beatin up Howie several times. All in all, a real success. And then....I got this intriguing message from sweet little Birdie and Jubal in my inbox!!
. pour Le Cafe' du Pantaloons de Fromage! Avez-vous un tres excellent jour d'apres votre anniversaire! (And don't check out our Francaise, 'cuz it sucks dog kibble)
Lots of love,
Birdie and Jubal
Oh my, so what should I do?? I think Birdie might just LOVE me but I belong to Bella She Who Must be Obeyed. But Birdie SPOKE FRENCH to me!! *beads of sweat roll down bright pink cheeks* I think in some countries such as Arkansas, if someone speaks french to you, you have to get married afterward, don't you??
signed with some consternation,
Hi everydog, pals, human friends and those aspiring to be cheesey. It's been a busy summer at the Medina Foster Home for Wayward Pugs. For a while there I changed my name to Javier con Queso in honor of my dad's birthday. Today mom told me I had to change it back because my friend Alex and others were getting worried that I had disappeared.
So I am Java Cheesey again. But while I was fixing that all up, I decided I am no longer simply PUG but am also CZECHOSLAVAKIAN WOLFHOUND. I bet you puggies didn't know that dogster lets you choose to be just about any breed you want. I considered Weenie Dog, but with the cheese thing already going my way, it was a bit on the foody side. I thought about Great Dane. After all, those critters can see SEE what's on the counter!! But then I wouldn't fit in my little round bed at naptime. So CZECHOSLAVAKIAN WOLFHOUND it is. My sweetiepie Bella Who Must be Obeyed will be impressed, I am sure. I felt a bit of wolfhound could balance out those tendencies mom says make me her "special" pug, such as my fear of aluminum foil, the watering can, and anything that moves quickly overhead (ducks head and makes fffftttt noise).
Our former foster brother Oscar stayed with us for another nice visit this weekend. Oscar is solid white, so he is easy to see in the dark. He reminded me and Howard of the joys of peeing on the deck, instead of in the grass like Mama wants. The best part was every afternoon when mama would hose down the deck, Howie would chase the water and slide around like he was on an ice skating rink. That little guy is nuts, but you didn't need ME to tell YOU that. Oscar went home Sunday night, and I was kinda sad to see him go. But his mom and dad sure do fuss over him, and they taught mom how to make little bedtime doggy cakes by cooking slices of canned Canine R/D in the oven. MMM boy those are good. The only thing I think could make them better would be.....cheese.....
Time for snoozeland here. Sending cheesey hugs and love to all my pals. The Pug formerly known as Javier who is once again Java Cheese.
Mom says tomorrow is a big day for her CheesyGuy, me... I go to see Dr. Brownie to have an oral cancer removed. Mom says I will be sound asleep through the whole thing, so there will be nothing to be afraid of. Hmmf. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of anything! Except for that scary watering can, the sound of aluminum foil, and anything flying over my head *ducks head and sneezes*.
The GOOD news is, I get to eat that yummy canned food for a while again, and mom says I can have plenty of cheese with my pills. *mouth waters thinking about cheesy cheese* I'll probably be dreaming of Bella the whole time.
Mom says they caught this cancer VERY early. She wanted me to tell all my friends to always get their annual teeth cleaning. Dr. Brownie said this type of cancer is fatal if it is not caught early and removed. She knows a little pug in Minnesota who died from this type of cancer. Now that's scary.
*eyes getting heavy* uh oh. It's way past my post-breakfast nappy time. I'd better go claim the fuzzy pillow before Howie discovers it's unoccupied!