Pet-Peeves: RUDE PEOPLE AND MEAN DOGS! Anyone who leaves me or doesn't pay attention to me.
Favorite Toy: A stuffed monkey with a big nose.
Favorite Food: FOOD! Especially tangerines, popcorn, and gravy!
Favorite Walk: From the bedroom to the kitchen.
Best Tricks: Dancing...(the Obi Shuffle)
Arrival Story: We had been preparing to get a dog for months and finally the time came in mid February. Sadly I had class and couldn't go so my husband took a couple of friends to pick him up from the breeder. My husband was planning to use him as a theorapy dog. The breeder had picked out Obi for us and it was love at first sight. Obi climbed into daddy's arms and never left. We had the name "Yoda" picked out for him, but he didn't like it, he preferred Obi. The next evening I went to see him and he was so cute. He fell asleep right in my arms and that was the first picture we ever took of him.
Bio: Obi loves his man time with his daddy especailly watching TV while receiving belly scratches. His favorite time of day is when he gets to go to the off leash dog park and run the fence with the big dogs. An especially great day for him is when mommy and daddy sleep in and he gets to have fun waking daddy up in the morning.
Today is my birfday and my heart was all a flutter from thinking about all the special tweats I'm gonna get today...I barely slept last night trying to figure out all the surprises that mommy and daddy had planned for me.
The morning started off on the right foot because as soon as we woke up mommy gave us a ginger bread tweat to hold us over until breakfast. Then mommy made me a SPECIAL birfday breakfast which she gave me only after she sang her off key rendition of "Happy Birfday"...
When daddy came home we were off to the dog beach...Mommy and daddy wore their puggy shirts for the occasion and Yoshi got trampled by a bigger dog and took a tumble in the sand...my poor brudder hand sand stuck way up in his wrinkles...being a smart puggy...I watched and wealized that I don't weally care for the sand or the water so I sat by and enjoyed the view and watched all the bigger dogs jump in the water to fetch a ball...
After the beach we were so tired, but there were more surprises to come...Mommy and Daddy took us to the Surf Dog Market and picked up my birfday cake and some more baked tweats! Mmmmm....drool...I also took the time to mark something expensive on the floor (which I did get in trouble for, but not as much as usual). Then grandma Kou came over to have dinner and we got the most delicious moist birfday cake ever which we gobbled up in no time...
Now we're exhausted and watching football with mommy and daddy in our USC jerseys, but I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open...Snore...Snore...ZZzzzzz...Snore...(getting consistantly louder)
Thanks every puggy for your birfday wishes...friends like you have made my birfday extra special...
At 1 am on Monday morning daddy woke mommy up from dead sleep because I was "acting funny". My tummy was cramping up and I couldn't straighten my body. Mommy gently put me on the floor and as much as I tried to stand up I couldn't. Mommy and daddy were so worried and even the slinky Yoshi was so worried that he behaved himself. Mommy suspected that I had a tummy infection (which I have had before and scared mommy and daddy half to death). Early that morning daddy dropped me off at the doctors office and later that day it was confirmed...and mommy was right. The doctors kept me over night while mommy and daddy hounded them with phone calls. Then the next day the doctor called to tell daddy that I was Okay, but too cute to send home...What a relief.
When daddy FINALLY came to get me I was so happy to see him. My doctor took me on a final walk refusing to let me go, but I just wanted to be with my family. Now I am on prescription dog food and chicken tweats. I only get 1/3 of a can per day and this wittle puggie is wasting away! The little slinky keeps on wanting to play and who's got the energy for that on the wittle scrap they feed me.
So here goes my dear puggy fwends...
I will do ANYTHING if you will throw me some of your scraps...
Just a little sniff of those delicious puggy tweats I used to take advantage of.
Mmmmmm.....just thinking about them makes my mouth water (drool...drool...drool...)
Come on give it to me...I can take it!
One day mommy and daddy drove away with a friend and Oh my pug! WHAT DID THEY DO! They came home with this little tail wagging, wet kissing, biting, tail uncurling, love handle biting, raw hide stealing, noisy pesky pest a pug has ever seen. This thing will not leave me alone! He snuggles next to me and uses my tummy as a pillow!...He's so not anything for a tough puggie like me. He jumps, he poos, he's in my face and not only that he threatens to take my treats and my food. I keep telling them to take him back, but morning after morning he wakes us up! I just have one question....WHY?...WHY? I'm getting bags under my eyes from the lack of beauty sleep from watching him all day. I entertain my parents with what they call walrus fighting...The only good thing about him is that he is so crazy that he is making me look like the perfect little angel...I keep looking at mommy and saying "I told you I was the perfect puppy!"