Emma


Pug
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Home:Ottawa, ON, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 7 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
Sweetie Pie, Sweetie, Sweet Pea, Peanut Butter, Pupina, Bella Principessa, Messy

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
December 15th 2006

Likes:
Sleeping on Daddy's shirts, sleeping on Mummy's lap, slepping in beds (dog and human), lots of sleep...oh yeah, and playing with kids and cats (if only the cat liked to play too)

Pet-Peeves:
The cold, and having to wear a coat or a sweater to keep warm

Favorite Toy:
A stuffed lamb, a puppy kong, and a ball that is way too big for me to bite, let alone carry. And the Cat...he's the all time favourite.

Favorite Food:
Ham and cheese puppy treats.

Favorite Walk:
Going to pick up Riley (my human brother) from school, not only is it a fun walk, but when we get to the school and the bell rings all these kids pour out of the school just to see me, I love that walk

Best Tricks:
I am learning to sing and dance, but I can already sit, lie down and get back up. I do it all at once really fast if Mummy's getting the cookies out of the cupboard

Arrival Story:
For two long years, Mummy begged, pleaded and grovelled for a Pug. But Daddy said no, no way, no how. "Pugs are small, and I like big dogs," he said. Mummy countered that we live in an apartment. "Pugs look like litlle gremlins," he complained. Mummy came back with how affectionate Pugs are. "We already have a child and a cat, a dog won't get along well with a cat, and a boy should have a big active dog like a lab," his final arguement. Mummy stood her ground and explained how well Pugs got along with kids and cats. Finally Daddy agreed, and Mummy got to work finding a breeder. After what seemed like ages, they found me, and daddy (and his friend Alex, who was driving) started the long drive on one bitterly cold February day to come get me and bring me home. Daddy was still apprehensive...until he walked in the door and saw me sitting there. It was all over after that, he fell in love. We bonded all the home in the car, and I fell asleep in his arms.

Forums Motto:
Emma the Bella Principessa

The Groups I'm In:
Pugapalooza, Spoiled Pugs & Pups (SPP), Ottawa Dogster Network (ODN), Pug Pals

The Last Forum I Posted In:
My bulldog thinks he's a golden retreiver...what about y

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 9th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Dogster Id:
476493


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Emma: From Puppy to Princess


The Surgery

July 12th 2007 4:49 am
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Yesterday Daddy took me for a car ride. I was so excited - I love car rides. I hopped in, sat in my usual seat and waited for the fun to begin. Off we went on what I thought was going to be a fun adventure. Daddy was being extra nice, but I figured that's just because I'm a Pug, and we really deserve extra niceness.

Ten minutes into our grand adventures we stopped, and I got a sinking feeling when I looked out the vet and smelled that familiar smell of medicine and needles - we were at the vets. How could he betray me like this? I thought to myself - Emma get a hold of yourself, you can do this, be brave and it will be over quick. We went inside and, as usual, all the ladies came out to tell me how cute and sweet I am (naturally - I am a Pug), then I got on the scale (I weigh 15 lbs now), and Daddy talked to the ladies. Then someone came out to take me away, and that's when I started to panic! I cried for Daddy but he just gave a sad little shake of his head and walked away! How could Daddy leave me like that! The bad man took me into a little room, shaved me in embarrassing places and stuck a needle into me. That's the last thing I remember.

When I woke up, I was cold and it was dark. I was very brave (but a little scared). I floated in this odd sort of haze, and people talked to me, but I didn't know what they were saying. Eventually a familiar blur appeared. It smelled like someone I loved very much...it was Daddy!!! He came back for me ! He loved me! He rescued me! I was so groggy I could babrely walk, and everything felt weird. I think we got into the car, and I think I snuggled on Daddy's lap, and I kinda think I might have peed on him (how embarrassing!)

Things are a little better today, I finally realized what it means to get spayed. I'm really uncomfortable and I have stiches (which I have to leave alone, no matter how tempting they are), but Mummy explained to me that getting spayed is for the best, at least for me 'cause I' never going to have puppies. I have to stay quiet for a few days and have my stitches taken out in two weeks, but I'll be back to normal again soon.

 

Oh oh!!! Mummy's mad

February 19th 2007 2:30 pm
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Oh no, Mummy's really mad. I don't know why, but she thinks I should pee outside. Why? Doesn't she know it's cold outside, that there's snow and wind? Doesn't she realize that it's warm and cozy inside? I don't see her peeing outside when it's - 30 C. It's much better to use the puppy pads (or the carpet if Mummy's not watching...bol).

 

Well Trained

February 13th 2007 5:55 pm
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I'm all signed up for puppy classes. They don't start yet, I have to be 12 weeks, and up to date with my shots, before they'll let me into class, but I'll begin in March. I really don't know why I need puppy classes in the first place...I'm already smarter than Mummy, and she knows it. Mummy tried to train me herself, and she's going to keep on trying, but I already know it all. Mummy says "sit" and I sit. Mummy says "lie down" and I lie down. Mummy says "sit" again and I'm back in a sitting position. I'm so good that as soon as Mummy gets a treat out of the cupboard, I sit, lie down and sit again in about 1.5 seconds. Why bother with commands, I know what she wants. what I don't understand is why she expects me to do all this when there's no treats involved. Maybe the other pups will explain at school.

 
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