Likes: Food!, Obi, Mommy, Daddy, then toys...toys...toys!
Pet-Peeves: Being alone, and other dogs who don't want to pway wif me!
Favorite Toy: his big brother Obi, Daddy's ear
Favorite Food: Oranges, and tweats!
Favorite Walk: the walk to his bed for tweats when gwandpa comes over
Best Tricks: climbing and jumping, tightrope walking on the couch...he is especially good and scaling puppy pens
Arrival Story: We were looking for a little sister for Obi and had called and made an appointment with a recommended breeder and when we were almost there she called and told us that she had already sold her puppies...Mommy was so disappointed that she just handed the phone to Daddy not hearing another word...the breeder told Daddy that she had a friend who had boy pugs if we wanted to see them. Since we were almost there Daddy said he would like to atleast see the puppies. There were three puppies and Yoshi was the biggest puppy of the three. When we picked him up he was the only one who did not squirm...he was so calm in our arms and so cute...we had to bring him because we felt that HE had chosen us.
This one belongs in the BADNESS Record books even if I do say so myself.
Last Wednesday Daddy made some dewishous vegetable and beef soup. I carefully watched him make it and sat next to him while he sucked up every little spoonful! I got wiplash just following the spoon up to his mouth and then down in the bowl again. I quietly very nicely sat next to him HOPING, WISHING, DREAMING that ONE LITTLE MORSLE would make it into my mouth, but alas I got none. The selfish humans smelled up the house with the dewishous soup smell and refused to share even a small bite!
I went to bed that night drooling on my pillow dreaming about the soup I did not get!
Then the next day while mommy and Daddy were at work, I went to work too! First, I jumped on the barstool bypassed all the chips and snacks on the kitchen counter (which is a feat in itself, but this pug was on a mission), tightroped around the edge of the sink and made my way to the stove where the golden prize lie, the SOUP! I made it around the corner and when I finally got there there was no soup to be found! My pug nose told me that I was close, but I couldn't see any soup...then I spied it the large red cast iron pot that daddy was using to cook last night...ALL THE GOODNESS OF THE SOUP WAS TRAPPED IN A 10lb. cast iron pot! What's a pug to do. I sniffed around to find a way in and couldn't find one so I carefully walked behind the large pot and leaned my pug body against it. One...two...three...KABOOM! (This will teach them to not share!)
With all the crashing and banging I woke up the fat goody four paws who came running over to see what was up. "What are you doing? "he said as he slipped and slid all over the floor covered in soup! "Shut up and eat" I replied..."before they come home" and that's what we did.
I was in SO MUCH trouble that night and was so sick from all that soup, but it was ALL WORTH IT! Dat soup was DEWISHOUS!
I woke mommy up early this morning to go pee. Poor Mommy woke up and took me and Obi out to the front yard. Obi couldn't find the right place to pee in our front yard so Obi and I walked a few houses down to pee. Obi peed and trotted back to Mommy while I peed. After a long pee I, mindin my own business trotted back home when an orange and white cat came outta nowhere and slapped me in da face and took off! I took off after that darn feline, but she was such a scardy cat that I couldn't find her! My early morning walk ruined by a stupid cat! First Uncle Howie gets stung by a wasp and now I get slapped in da face by a cat! No respect I tells ya no respect for us puggies! Me thinks its time to round up da troops! We need to start huntin dem cats and give dem a good pee right on their heads!
Dear Santa Paws,
I weally tried to be good...I weally did, but being good for such a wittle puggie is a BIG wesponsibility and it was oh so hard. I'm so sorry for leaving mommy that poopy surprise infront of the Santa Choo Choo. I'm so sorry for peeing on the dining room table and pooping in daddy's slippers (that was just a wittle poopoo...and even Daddy said he's got to give it to me for getting the poo right in the slipper). I'm so sorry for chewing up the potporri and the Christmas gifts and eating the chocolate cigars that Mommy and Daddy brought home for Uncle Erick. I am especially sorry for ALMOST ruining Christmas dinner when I jumped on the dining room table and Chewed up the vegetable stock and the corn meal (daddy had bought for Christmas)...I tried and I tried (hunched over banging paws on table) to be good, but it is oh so hard. And in my defense, it was not ALL my fault...Mommy and Daddy should have known better too, knowing my history and all. What's a wittle puggy to do when they knowingly leave food in my face! Pwease take into consideration my effort when dibbying out the goodies, and pwease don't be too hard on my parents for they weally don't know any better...
P.S. I'm sorry for teasing the old mean dog at grandma's house on Christmas Eve, but it was so tempting with us being inside and her being outside.
I'm doing my best and that's all a pup can do. Maybe oneday I'll be able to behave and be good, but for now being mischievous and being bad is oh so much more fun. I cannot resist the temptation.