Photo Comments Age: 8 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
Leave a bone for Otis Campbell
Oatie, Bacoty, Sweet Pea, Momma's Boy, the "bomb"
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August 27th 2005
Treats (Doggie & Human) and ICE CREAM...Otis LOVES Ice Cream (Frosty Paws)
Loud noises, being ignored and being left behind, the beagle dog next door peeing in his yard
Treat Ball #1, chew bone, and his fetch ring
Chicken, carrots, Mom's gormet puggy meals from her puggy cookbook
To the car so he gan go bye-bye
Fetch, sit, passing gas in closed places
It was love at first site, we fell in love with our Pug, Otis.
What a blessing my little Pal turned out to be.
After losing Frankie, my best buddy for 15 years, we decided it would take 2 to fill in the void he left. We found our boys, Otis and Barney. We found little Barney first. Then Daddy said he wanted a dog (Otis) with a big head and little legs just like him (he was thinking Boston Terrier) I thought he meant Pug . I called and called looking for a pug puppy to surprise him, no luck. There was an ad in the paper the next day for Pug puppies. We got in the car and drove to see them and there he was, face against the corner of a large card board box, runt of the litter, no one paying attention to him and he liked it that way, you see, he was shy at the beginning. Well, our hearts just melted and we knew he needed us. The very first night he threw up and Daddy has a weak stomach so it was Momma to the rescue. Then I took the boys to the vet and as most puppies do, they needed to be wormed. Well, it took about a week to get little Otis all well so nothing gross was coming from within and Daddy was ready to start loving on his new boy. Too late, Momma was #1 with little Otis and Barney (named after Mayberry characters) but daddy runs a real close second.
They love their Daddy very, very much and he could not live without them. Momma spoils the boys and cannot move without them guarding her shadow. The most wonderful thing about our little pug, he can never get too much love or find too many friends, he is a bottomless well of love and entertainment.
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April 15th 2008 12:40 pm
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Now dis is gettin ridiculous. Fer 3 days, ebber mornin I has got up, went ta pee (eidder outside or case new boxes have peered, on dem). Next I always duz da same thang, I goes to da pantry ta scope out whut I mite wants for breakies an ta count how many treats we gots left. You know case I need ta make a shoppin list fur da mom.
Well, fur 3 hole days, dare has been nothin but fresh paint an empty shelfs in dare, NO FOOD!
~swoons backwards and lands on Barn~
It gets worser.
I gotted my pencil and maked my list an went to da frigerator, you know ta post my food list fur momma........ and you no whut?
~holds paw obber heart~
DARE WAS NO FRIGERATOR!!!!!!
Bare spot, new paint and NO FRIGERATOR!
Nada, nuttin, empty air where da frigerator wuz.
Hab you ebber imangined yer house wiff nuttin in da pantry and NO FRIGERATOR.
Come on, dats like not habin no net to fall in iffin you was up a tree.
And I wuz berry upset dat when I stepped out ub da pantry an looked at dem humans dey laughed!
Yes, laughed so hard dare eyes was leaken.
My panic stricken face as I walked outta da pantry and to where da frigerator used to be an back again in case I was maginin it. Dis was somehow amusing?!?
Well all gots ta say is dey better be going fur carryout cuz I’ll pee on ebberthang in hiking range pretty soon if I don’t see some supplies comin ta dis house.
It ain’t fittin, it just ain’t fittin ta not hab food to at least look at so you knows where yer next meal is commin from.
I’m thankin bout turning dis horror into a movie er sumptin.
Like I can call it Da Puggerlick Grubnuckles a true story bout humans making all da food disappear and horrifyin us Pugs.
~scratches head wiff pencil and smiles an evil smile~
I could make a gazillion dollars and buy all da food in da world and not let no humans see da food, see how day would feel den.
Den all us Pugs could laugh at dem.
Da pug dat laughs last, laughs best huh guys?
Otis da starbin pugger.
PS What's up dat I only gots 5 bones on may page? Pugs to da rescue pugleeze,
I'm starbin here.
PSS Dis is nuttin like dat movie da The Spiderwick Chronicles cuz it's about pugs not spiders
December 5th 2007 3:00 pm
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I got tagged fur Christmas by my pal Gaius. This is how it works, you write a dear Santa letter listing five things that you want, then you give the doggy that tagged you 5 bones or treats, then you tag 5 more doggies!
Dear Santa Paws,
Being a pug you know I has been good dis year, right?
First I wud like fer all da soldiers ta be safe now and until dey kin come home to dare fur babies and famblies (Santa Paws see how good I iz)
Next on my list iz dat all da dogs in rescue or on da street gets a hot meal an a warm bed and a forever fambly like I already has. (see dats a good boy aint it, not dat I'm tryin ta get extree credit or nuttin)
Third I hope all my dogster pals dat is sick gets well and dat all da well ones stay dat way.
Ok, number 4 is fer me, I hope I gets so many treats dat day touch da ceiling. Like bonies, greenies, yogurt drops, snausages and Frosty Paws. Since dem is all classyfried as treats dat only counts as one, k?
Number 5, sews I don leab out my big brudder Barn-barn, cuz I lub dat guy. I hope he gets a muzzle so he caint eat my treats.
I shore hope you an da Missus an all da reideers an da elbs has a gud Christmas. I will leab you some cookies but wiff out a muzzle I caint promise Barn won't eat em.
Your extree gud pug boy,
PS Please make sure you hab my girly friend Mia Pia on da gud list too cuz I lub her an she is a very charitable lady pug.
I am goin to tag
1. Queen Mia Pia
October 10th 2007 3:33 pm
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Well, I'm riting dis diary entry to let ebberryone know dat I got in trubble jest fer helpin out my dad. Ta begin wiff, if I had a thumb, I cud hold a pencil, but I don't, so I rite my way.
You see, we gots a big trash can out side and I hiked my leg on it and I rote in real big letters (using ma bestest smelling too).
I smelled out T-R-A-S-H so daddy wud know where ta put da bags from da house. It seemed like a berry thoughtful thing to do don't ya thank.
My daddy, he taked a bag out ub da trash can in da kitchen and set it on da floor (not in da big bin outside dat I smelled on). So bein da good pug boy dat I am, I hike my leg on dat bag (again using da xact rite words). Ya know what he did?
He yelled at me! In dat mean voice!
YES, I'm not kiddin neither, he said "OTIS, YOU ARE GOING TO BE PUT IN LOCK DOWN FOR THIS LEG HIKING AND MARKING!"
I tried to splain ta him dat I was trying ta help cuz if he leabbed dat bag in da kitchen, Ma was gonna yell at HIM. I told him if he would just look at what I rit he would see I smelled out "Dis trash goes in da big bin out side whar I smelled in big letters T-R-A-S-H"
Well, he hurted my feelins. AND just like I tried ta tell him, Ma found out and who do you thank she was upset wiff? Yep! DAD!
Cuz he lefted da trash bag in da house beside da little trash can instead ub outside in da bin what I had smelled T-R-A-S-H on. And I don't feel sorry fer him eidder. He needs ta get back in skool and learn how to smell in gud English like me.
Dat's a good lesson fer stayin in skool.
I'm thanking maybe bout enterin a smellin bee someday too.
Well, dat's all fer now.
Otis, champ-pee-on riter and gud smeller
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