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It's been a year..... and still we cry...

December 22nd 2008 6:25 pm
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Dear Irving,
A week ago it was the first anniversary of your passing. We thought of you and cried, then decorated the Christmas tree and looked at all the Irving inspired ornaments and cried a little bit more. Actually we still cry all the time, and all it takes is to mention your name and Maxwell still gets very sad. You would have liked little Sophie Amore'-- she would have annoyed you, but you would have showed her who is boss and liked her anyway. She has taken up your job of cuddling with 'da mom and letting her squeeze her and kiss on her all she wants. She likes to have tum tum rubs but 'da mom misses telling you the story of how the two of you came to be together while rubbing your tummy so it's not quite the same. How would we know that so soon after we put that poem in your diary from Onry Onyx that it would apply?? Irving, you are never forgotten and are never far from our thoughts and you will always be the one and only "pup pups" in 'da mom's heart. We miss you terribly, and know that the brightest star shining in the sky must certainly be you watching over us.


Until We Meet Again..... Courtesy of my friend Onry Onyx

October 25th 2007 1:28 pm
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I am borrowing this very special diary entry from my good friend Onry Onyx (Rainbow Bridge) so 'da mom has this to comfort her when it is my turn to go to the Rainbow Bridge. But being a Pugsident with lots of work to do-- I have promised her I will live to the age of 21-- so she can legally take me to a bar and I can order myself a beer!!

I know what you're thinking. You think I'm dead.
Because you cannot see me with your human eye,
cannot feel me, with your hands or hold me in your
arms. You think I am gone forever. You recall how
I looked when I left this place and you cannot
remotely imagine that I could possibly be alive in
another place.

You are racked and torn by the pain of our
separation and it blinds you to that which is
right in front of you ... me.

How many times since I left your immediate sight
have you been told that I'm dead and you should
"get over it"... How many times have you
cried yourself to sleep because you feel like an
outcast, believing you're supposed to get over me
because that's what people say is normal... but
somehow you can't and no one seems to understand?
How many times have you put yourself through such
excruciating pain because you aren't willing to
consider that I am not, by any means, dead.

I want you to do me a favour and go back in time
with me. Remember the glorious day I came into
your home- was I not the most intriguing creature
you'd ever met? Did I not make you laugh and
giggle? Did I not look at you with such adoration
that you wanted nothing
more than to spend the rest of your life with me?
I wanted this too.

Remember the days when I was in my prime and we
did many things together. You were so proud of me!
I was a good friend and I took
care of you when you cried, were angry or felt
down and unhappy. When you didn't have a lot of
time for me because of your obligations, I waited
patiently for you. I was always there when you
needed me. Did I not look at you with such
acceptance and patience that at times you felt
perhaps a bit unworthy? You were never
unworthy in my eyes.

Remember when age crept up on me, my bones became
stiff and my movements slower. Still I met you at
the door when you came home and
followed you around the house. We'd been together
for so long, I was your very best friend
regardless of what you were doing, saying,
thinking. Did I not look at you with such kindness
and understanding that you felt overwhelmed? I
couldn't get enough of you.

Remember the last time we saw each other with
earthly eyes? You tried to be brave but I knew you
were crying ... I know you so well. Better
than anyone else in the whole world. Did I not
look at you with such pure trust and love that you
yearned only to hold me close and keep
me with you always? Did you not promise that you
would love me forever? I believed you. If this is
so then why have you let me go by thinking I no
longer exist?

Remember the depth in my eyes all those times I
looked at you with adoration, acceptance,
patience, trust and love. Who created this
depth and love? Would the Creator diminish the
song of our laughter which was created in the name
of love? I am no longer an earthly
figure, this is true. My body was only part of who
I really am. My body would have been but a mere
shell on earth if it were not filled to
overflowing with my soul, my spirit, my loving

When we met you thought I was cute, sweet, pretty
and adorable. But what kind of relationship would
we have had if this is all that I'd been? How
could you have loved me if I'd had no spiritual
substance? We are all made up of energy which
resides far deep down inside of
us, it is our core, our soul, spirit and loving
light. It is the energy that is all of life ... it
has no beginning, it has no end. It simply is and
always will be and without it there is no life.

You can't see it with the naked eye nor can you hold
it in your hand, it is simply a certain knowing
that this energy does exist. It's a knowing just
as you know that our love existed on earth -
you couldn't see our love in a solid sense, you
couldn't gather it all up and confine it to one
place. But you *knew* it existed. There
was no doubt in your mind.They demand you get over
me, insisting that I'm dead and you'll never see
me again because animals don't go to
Heaven. Oh really? I'm here to tell you different.
You were worthy of my love and undying devotion on
earth as I was of yours. Do you really believe this love would be snatched from us *forever* by a loving Creator simply because I
wasn't human? Was I not a living, breathing
creation with personality? How could I have been
so if I didn't possess the energy of soul, spirit
and loving light? And if this energy is and always
will be, then how can it be that I am
dead? If my core is not of the energy that is all
of life then I was never alive to begin with.

But you know better.You cry because you miss me,
this I understand. I miss you too - I miss the
belly rubs, hugs and kisses that we shared.
But life does go on beyond these wonderful,
fulfilling physical connections. I came to this
place to live a whole new life, not because I
didn't love you anymore or because I wanted
something better. I came here because it was time
for me to go to the next phase of my existence,
something all living creatures must do eventually.
It is the normal progression of life. I was not
taken away from you because you cannot take away
that which was never owned. My presence in your life was and is a gift
to be cherished and honoured just as I cherish and
honour you.

Life is not simply about being born into a body,
living a certain number of years and then dying.
Energy cannot die. We are blessed with time in a
body so that we can learn, share and grow. It
prepares us for the next phase of our eternal
life. The body holds within it the true life force
of our existence ...our soul, spirit and loving
light. Without these our bodies would be empty,
blank, void of feeling and expression. Without our
energy we would indeed be dead and could never
have experienced our love for each other.

You say that all you have left are memories. Not
so. You see, when I took leave of my earthly body
I left a little something behind for
you. You can't touch it, hold it or examine it.
For what I left behind is far too uninhibited for
confinement. I left behind a piece of my soul. I
placed it right next to your own which is quite
fitting as we were always side by side in our
earthly life together. I love you too much to have
left you with nothing but memories which tend to
fade and grow cloudy as the years go by. I love
you too much to have vanished without a trace. How
selfish it would be of me to remove
love and light from your life.I understand your
tears, each one you shed is testament to your love
for me and I am honoured and humbled.
But don't forget the good things we shared -
remember and smile. This is an honour for me as
well. And when you need me I will be here. Close
your eyes, relax, take slow, deep
breaths and picture me in your mind. Shut off the
world and your notions of what death is and give
me a chance. Look for the subtle signs I send you.
Don't stop being proud of me, I am a friend to be
proud of, I am still your friend and soul mate.
Don't memorialise the death of my body but instead
honour and celebrate my never-ending life for it
is eternal and forever as is my love for you.

Until we meet again...


I Found It!! I Really Found It!! Mr. Ball is in safe and- loving paws at last....

June 17th 2007 9:03 pm
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Just look at the picture on my page and you will see--- I found Mr. Ball after three years missing!!! As you know, Mr. Ball was the first toy I ever got when 'da mom rescued me and the only toy I have ever loved and been posessive over. Before I got a baby sister and then Maxwell Mr. Ball had to travel with us everywhere and I wouldn't let it out of my sight. My beagle cousins would pick it up and squeak it at me but they new better to use their teeth to destroy it-- they did it just to get my goat, and unfortunately, they got my goat pretty often. Anyway, it was three years ago exactly when Mr. Ball disappeared. We looked high, we looked low, we looked everywhere for new Mr. Balls- our friends at dogster looked for new Mr. Balls too- Miss Birdie sent us two very adequate balls but they weren't Mr. Ball, and Pudge thought he found on once, but it wasn't..., we looked in the weirdest of places, and every crevice we could get our paws in. We even looked under 'da mom's massive bed with the 18" mattress she got three years ago.... but no Mr. Ball was to be found. Well, on Friday 'da mom got new sheets for the bed; she thought a pretty midnight blue color would complement the pug hair on the bed nicely. As she was tucking the top sheet into the footend between the footboard and the mattress-- an awkward angle at best, she felt something with the tip of her finger. She did her best to hoist the mattress up a couple of inches and get her other hand down there and WOWSA!!! She pulled out Mr. Ball!!! We had been sleeping on it ever since the Marshall Fields Deliverymen delivered and set-up her new bed three years ago-- THEY trapped Mr. Ball! Needless to say Mr. Ball was squashed flat-- cause he already had a couple of holes in him before his ordeal, but 'da mom stuck her finger in him and started pushing out the sides trying to make it somewhat ball shaped. I came down the hallway and was standing in the bedroom doorway when I saw it!! My heart pounded faster as it swelled with joy- I came running across the room to 'da mom and demanded she give me my Mr. Ball-- Oh, it felt so good to have him in my mouth again. Maxwell tried to see what the big deal was and take him but I wouldn't let him. 'da mom just kind of looked at me dumbfounded cause here I was across the room, looking at a ball that didn't really resemble what it used to look like, having not seen it in three years and yet-- I knew immediately it was my best friend, Mr. Ball. I have been enjoying the company of Mr. Ball all weekend, just the peace of knowing my best friend is safe and will forever be with me. Mr. Ball doesn't squeak anymore, or bounce, or stay round for that matter-- but it doesn't matter to me, cause my Mr. Ball is my friend.

Thank you to all my good friends who looked for Mr. Ball...... my gratitude knows no boundaries.


7 Facts about your Pugsident....

June 4th 2007 5:18 pm
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It appears that I've been tagged by......oh, about ten puggers and non-puggers out there who have a yen to know more about the mysterious me, Pugsident Irving. I'm not big into tagging-- takes a lot of energy you know... but after sooo many requests to learn more about their pugsident- how can I not respond? So.... Seven Facts about your Pugsident Irving: 1. I'm deathly afraid of kaboomers- some of you may know the word as thunder or fireworks. Kaboomers sums it up well. 2. I was once lost on the streets of St. Paul where 'da mom found me and rescued me from a shelter. It was tough being homeless and I've never forgotten it. 3. I may not be pure.... I know, I went public with it when I was in the midst of my pugsidential campaign, but many of you might have missed my appearance on Oprah. They think there is a tich of terrier in me, but others argue I just may be a rare apricot pug. 4. I once had an issue 'da mom called "attitudinal poop"- meaning I would poop when I was pissed at 'da mom. Like when she would finally come home from work and then leave again-- that's when I would do it-- neatly centered on top of the ottoman to get my point across. After she got me a baby sister to spend time with all attitudinal poops abruptly stopped. 5. I had a baby sister named Lulu Belle, who died because of vet malpractice-- very tragic. I gotta say though-- 'da mom made sure there were consequences to that one! 6. I have only ever loved one toy-- Mr. Ball, my orange ball with little nubs that I loved with all my heart and we didn't leave the house without. My cousins the beagles would grab it and squeak it in my face to torment me but they knew better than to destroy my Mr. Ball. Alas, Mr. Ball got lost and I've searched ever since-- but it would never be the same. 7. I'm getting old... and I have to admit-- in my elder years-- I am becoming a big crotchety-- I'm sorry to 'da mom cause she always loves me no matter what... see example in former diary entry entitled "Pug in the Pit". There... for you who are constantly curious about the mysterious Pugsident Irving, I hope this has helped shed some light on who I am.... you didn't really think I was going to reveal my deepest and darkest secrets now did you?


Pug in a Pit.....

May 14th 2007 1:10 pm
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My dear puggy and non-puggy friends.... I have a sad, sad story to tell you so you may all learn from the wisdom, or not so much wisdom, of this older pug. This is the story of the Pug in the Pit. It is not so much different than that story about the baby girl who fell into the well in Texas a few years ago. It is a lesson I hope you all will learn.........

As you all might remember, I confessed during one of our many Pugapalooza trips to Ireland that in recent months, monsters have moved in under my bed. 'da mom takes a broom and knocks them on the head to clear them out, but they keep returning. Those monsters reach up in the middle of the night and "whooffff" pull me off the edge of the bed and throw me on the floor. I hit my head and hurt my arthritic hips and 'da mom flys out of bed and looks for me and worries about concussions (cause I start wandering aimlessly and crookedly about after I pull myself to my feet...) and then gives me lots of loves and pulls me close when we go back to bed. In my all twelve years of being this has never happened until the last few months and I must say, I find this extremely disturbing and wish 'da mom was more effective at getting those monsters out from beneath the bed. Well, being the smart pug that I am I soon learned not to sleep near the edges of the bed-- right and left-- and in fact, began sleeping with either my head or my tail pointing towards the edges-- yes, that would mean horizontal across the bed but 'da mom understood.... and made that brave choice between having the butt or bad breath in her face as I usually sleep close to her head. Such a loving mom......

Well, last week I got brave as the monsters had not gotten me since I figured out how to avoid those sides of the bed so I decided to sleep at 'da mom's feet-- again, still sleeping horizontally so the monsters couldn't get me. That my friends, is when it happened. It was 6:00 a.m. and I was sleeping soundly when 'da monsters reached up from between the mattress and the footboard (where there is a six inch space or so....) and pulled me down!!! It was awful!! There I was, trapped on my back in a pit-- the more I struggled and screamed for 'da mom the less I could breath-- I was pinched between the end of the mattress and the footboard-- I didn't fall all the way through cause the boxspring hung out a couple of inches more and wouldn't let me fall any farther.... just for reference here--- let me point out that 'da mom's mattress is like super thick-- beyond super thick--- very difficult to find sheets for....unable to get a child-guard to put on the sides of the bed... I was completely terrified and laying deep in this pit unable to get out or scream loudly enough for help while being trapped on my back. Well, luckily my pitiful crys were enough to wake 'da mom and she came rushing to my rescue.... she tried to pick me up but I was wedged to tightly in the pit.... my ribbies wouldn't give an inch!! What wasn't wedged was thrashing every which way as I continued to scream in protest and terror. 'da mom finally got a hand under my head, worked my shoulders to the side, and pulled me out by my she worked more of me free my hinder finally broke free and started to come out and (I'm so embarrassed.... it's so un-pugsidential...) she realized that in my terror.... I had pee'd all over myself. As I had been out only a few hours before she said that it really wasn't THAT bad... and she completely understood but...... holy pugoli-- I'm the Pugsident!!

After I was all cleaned up 'da mom took me back to the clean bed and held me close up by her head and promised me I would never be the pug in the pit again.... the next day she took pillows from the guest room and stuffed them down between the end of the mattress and the footboard so the pit no longer exists. I tell you this story as a warning for all of you-- a warning of monsters that move in under your bed when you least expect it, a warning to be on the look-out for pug-pits, and to show you the love of a good 'da mom. Go on now.... check your footboards... or any other contrapshuns in your house that the monsters can get at and tell your mom's to make them safe. Go spread the story of the Pug in the Pit so as others may be safe and never experience the horror, the fear, the lack of oxygen, and finally, the humiliation of disgrace ever again. Since that night, the monsters haven't been back.... but I keep an eye out... cause I know some night.... maybe soon maybe not... they will be back.... but I'll be ready!


Tails of a famous pugger....

March 9th 2007 1:37 pm
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This week I took my next step to becoming famous. Me and some other "senior" type puggers were contacted by our friend Mrs. Nancy-Pants who works with the Dallas Fort Worth Pug Rescue association to see if they could use our stories to inspire others to adopt older puggers. Of course I said yes-- and was happy to see my pal Onry Onyx was chosen too. So, here I am, the full story of my life on the street, being thrown in the slammer, and adopted by 'da mom out for all the world to see. Yes, this is something for my Pugsidential memoirs... I may have to build a museum to hold all my memoirs if this continues... I think I had my first experience with "getting old" the last couple of weeks-- all I know is I didn't like it. 'da mom got really worried cause one night I wouldn't go sleeps with her and just wanted to pace the house back and forth round and round. Then 'da mom would try and talk to me and she said I wasn't "connecting" and my eyes were "wild"... she took me to the vet and I learned I have arthritis in my hips-- but that's o.k. cause they gave me medicine that makes me walk better.... but I also have crystals in my potty and was bleeding inside. This was not good and 'da mom really got upset. I promised 'da mom I'd get better so that's what I'm working on by taking all my medication, eating special prescription food and eliminating all treats. Speaking of which, this means that poor Maxwell doesn't get treats either... lets just say he's not a happy pugger and let your imagination take you the rest of the way there. But seeing how he was pretty freaked out too when I was sick-- he's trying to be a trooper about it. 'da mom's hoping he sheds a few pounds on this new treatless diet. The snow's still real deep here in Minnesota and Maxwell blazed a trail from the patio to the sidewalk.... beyond that we've given up on the rest of our backyard. Hopefully we'll see grass by June... This month we're going to our first St. Puggy's Day party with puggers from across the Minneapolis area-- we're so pugcited we can hardly stand it! Our friend Pugsley will be there and we'll meet lots of other local puggers! Oh, I forgot to tell yew that Miss Bailey (my hunka hunka) and I won the FLOP Valentine's Day contest for "Cutest Couple" and each got a collar and matching bandanna from Linden Line Designs.... of course we chose a bright red fabric with stars and yellow "bring home the troops" ribbons on it-- Bailey got hers with red fur trim to make it more feminine. All in all, very pugtriotic. So now what's next? If I'm going to be as famous as Frank the Pug (Men in Black) I better get myself an agent and get serious about this fame business.... in the meantime, I hope my story helps those other homeless puggers out and somepuggy gives them a chance to be loved.


A Month of Feasts..

November 19th 2006 1:05 am
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Well, this month I'm counting my blessings around here. November is a wonderful time of the year filled with smells of Turkey and stuffing and my favorite mashed taters and GRAVY!!! I remember the year Grandpaw gave me the gravy boat to lick and I got my head stuck. And, everydoggy in the family has heard the legend of Pepper, Grandpaw's beagle from years ago. It seems one Thanksgiving Grandpaw and Grandma were busy cooking up a Thanksgiving feast. A spread to rival any good Las Vegas buffet. As Grandpaw took the Turkey from the pan to put in on the platter, whooops! the fork slipped, the turkey turned, and down went the whole turkey onto the floor!! Pepper the beagle was standing no more than a foot away as he watched his fondest wish and fantasy come to life. Pepper, being shocked that such a bounty could really come before him-- responded in a dazed way as saliva started to pool in his mouth and he started moving toward the still steaming turkey. Just as Pepper reached the turkey and prepared to take a bite-- whoops! the hoomans snatched the turkey back up claiming something about a 5 second rule, and all that was left on the floor was some stray juice. Thus comes the moral of the story-- jump first, think later....
In other events this month we have been quite fortunate. I was the Pugsidential elecshun by a landslide and was also named Pugapalooza's Pug of the Week!! We had a wonderful victory party with ice sculptures carved like me (and yes, Maxwell went sliding down the sculptures and created quite a mess) and even Bon Jovi came to play at our party. The following weekend we all went to the tropics and Maxwell got really crazy streaking down the beach with fruit on his head and trying to incite jello wrestling and spaghetti dancing. I am hopeful that he has now gotten the "crazies" out of him as today is his fifth birfday and I expect a more mature pug attitude from him. Our cousins the beegles have been staying with us for the last five days so once they leave and the birfday is over I will be a much happier pug. We did just learn that Thanksgiving for the hoomans is going to be at the "no dogs allowed" house which is a real bummer. No Turkey for taters, no gravy, no stuffing. Humppf- perhaps I better order some on-line for delivery.
In closing, I would like to thank all those that supported my candidacy for Pugsident and I pledge to uphold your confidence in my abilities to lead the country. I will keep you safe from harm, fight the war on treatorism, and ensure freedom for all. Until next time, good night and good luck.


Mice and Squirrels and other philosophical questions of- life...

October 26th 2006 3:23 pm
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Well, its official. My beagle cousins Buska and Tucker have mice in their house. Not only do they have mice-- but they have been nesting in the beagle's treat closet-- the indignity of it all. This got me to wondering-- seeing how Buska's always staulking the neighborhood squirrels, why hasn't he taken care of the mice on his own? Why does a dog chase a squirrel? Why does a cat chase a mouse? Why does my brudder chase his tail? Why, why why. I really don't know-- me, I don't chase anything-- its simply not dignified. I lay with my nose in the air sniffing and snooting above that animalistic behavior. I've asked Buska-- why do you chase the squirrels like that? Buska says its revenge-- you see, he remembers the time this past summer when a squirrel came out on a branch above his head as he was lounging on the chaise lounge in the backyard and then the squirrel pee'd and pooped on Buska's head. Revenge would make sense except... Buska has chased squirrels from the time he was born. Is it instinct? Do the hoomans goad him into it? Again I ask-- why squirrels and not mice. And does anybody think its really a coincidence that the Mice Headquarters is by Buska's treats? I think not. But, for now at least, there are no mice at my house. This is a good thing I think, for Maxwell would surely go bonkers at the very sight of one. Me, I think I'll just continue to lay here and ponder the issue some more.


Just sittin' here contemplating life...

October 7th 2006 4:09 pm
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Today I'm just sittin here, being serious, contemplating life...taking a snooze...and thinkin' some more. I'm thinking about this whole dogster thing. When 'da mom first decided to try it I must admit I was rather skeptical and turned my nose (what I have of one) up at it. Then, after a while, it kind of started to grow on me. I met lots of friends at For the Love of Pug, and Pugapalooza threw the BEST parties!! Pretty soon I started to talk to all of my friends more and more and that inspired me to run for Pugsident. Now, I've found my forever pug, my Bailey, from the proud state of Washington, and I'm having so much doggon fun I can hardly take it-- need another nap. I ordered my tux today for the big day- after we're hitched we're looking at adopting. A good pugsidential move don't you think? Well once I launched my campaign all my friends pitched in to take cabinet and senior administration positions across the country. We've battled treatorists, that arch evil campaign naysayer "Darth Pugger" and had ourselves quite the adventure along the way. But more than anything I've come to like all the friends I've made at FLOP and even if I don't win the Pugsidential election-- I'll still have them. I guess, in retrospect, 'da mom did a pretty good thing when she checked out this dogster idea. My brodder Maxwell has a good time too-- if only he could think of something other than food. But- not only has he made friends, and met Willow from Michigan- his special someone, but he found himself a granmommy and is the happiest pugger ever. So 'da mom-- we guess you're pretty good all in all-- you love us and spoil us, and talk pug pretty darn well. If you have any other silly ideas, I guess we just might give it a try without turning up our noses.


Future Pugsident Irving Pops the Question!

September 25th 2006 5:49 pm
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As future Pugisdent of the United States and all of Pugdom I am working hard to get out the vote and reach out to puggers everywhere. Along the way I met one who has become my one true love-- Miss Bailey, who hails from the state of Washington. While we have been corresponding for some time, up until recently the opportunity did not present itself to spend long quality time with this pug who had become the center of my life.... besides 'da mom of course. This last weekend Miss Bailey and I met at the Venitian in Las Vegas for a weekend of puggy romance! It was fabulously romantic, fufilling-- you should have seen the buffet (!), and most of all, life changing. Miss Bailey will now be our official First Puggy-Lady as she has consented to be my partner for life. The following is a Press Release sent out by Miss Birdie, Director of Communications for the Irving for Pugsident campaign.

Subject: Press Release Sent: Mon Sep 25

Pugsidential candidate Irving has asked his acting First Puggy Lady, Bailey, for her paw in marriage. The event took place Saturday night at the Venetian, a posh American take on Italy's Venice. The romantic interlude occurred while the couple were riding the gondolas through the canals. Bailey responded to Irving's proposal with a happy "YES," and was presented with a platinum and diamond paw ring and matching collar. She presented Irving with a matching ring as well, leading to speculation that she was expecting Irving to "pop the question." Hoomans were on the bank of the canal, and most responded with smiles and applause; however, some started heckling. This rude behavior was quickly discouraged by Gus, head of the secret pugservice.

Irving, seeming quite enthusiastic over his pretty fiance's reply, stood up in the gondola to scream, "SHE SAID "YES"! to the adoring public, and promptly lost my balance and fell into the water. Bailey dove in to join him. Reports that the Pugsidential candidate was in danger of drowning were surely exaggerated by the press, and the newly engaged couple had a lovely swim in the canal, with Bailey's paws charmingly entwined around Irving's neck.

The couple had a fabulous dinner at the Venetian prior to the gondola ride and then spent the night in the pugsidential suite. No date has been set for the wedding at this time.

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