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Likes: I like to sleep most of the day, when I'm not eating or begging for food that is. I'm hungry. Whatsa got to eat?
Pet-Peeves: Having that stupid Frankie in the house. I'm the queen bee! Arf! I do not like you to pet me on the head. However, you are welcome to touch it or rub my belly - heaven!
Favorite Toy: Miss Piggie. I chew on my piggie and make piggie noises. This puts me to sleep.
Favorite Food: Like I said. Whatsa got?
Favorite Walk: Walk??????
Best Tricks: Lookin' darn cute.
Arrival Story: Mommie wanted a dog because she was sad her mommie was sick. She had cats but you know how cats are. She needed some doggy luving. She hadn't had a dog since she was a little girl and only for two days before her daddy told her mommy she had to go back. She was a spaniel.
She couldn't decide what she wanted but she wanted a small dog. Then she remembered that her daddy had a fat, old pug named Suzy. She liked Suzy's face so decided that is what she wanted.
She went to the pet store and there I was. A tiny little girl surrounded by boys. Mommie does not like boy dogs because they tend to do things that, well, boys tend to do. I was so fat and round I rolled on to my back and couldn't turn over. That was it for her.
Home I went. Mommie had taken to calling her mommie Little Missy. So little missy because Misty. At first mommie was surprised. Cats are quiet, clean, and don't smell. They don't drool or pass gas in polite company. Cats - yeew. What's wrong with a little gas between friends? It means you are comfortable with each other! Mommie is now used to the gas, snoring, shedding, barking, marking of territory (I lift my leg - a good one on mommie, huh?), and general bossing (or trying to) her around. Ha! Arf!
Forums Motto: Misty - Ooooh, Just Touch It!
The Groups I'm In: For The Love Of Pug! (FLOP), Pugapalooza, Welcome Waggin' for Dogsters and Catsters
The Last Forum I Posted In: DESPERATE FOR HELP!
Let's just say I like you to touch it. If you accidentally or something accidentally touches it, I stop still and get a silly look on my face. Oh, please just touch it. Arf!
I am getting on in doggie years. My legs don't work so good but because mommie and daddie make sure I stay slim I can still get around but I am wobbly. I fall on my butt when I try to scratch myself. But I still beg for food and mommy gives me treats. I still feel I am the boss. Sometimes I have accidents on the floor but mommie doesn't get mad at me. Mommie and daddie have to help me up and down the stairs. But I am healthy and doing okay.
Mommie and Daddy thought I was a goner. Mommie let me and Frankie outside. Mommie came back to let us in but forgot about me! I am deaf, old, and a little sleepy. Maybe I was asleep under the step. I can't remember. Anyway, mommie went downstairs but all the while thought she could hear me upstairs (maybe she's old and senile?). Later Frankie had to make tee-tee (this goes on all day...in and out, in and out). Frankie came back inside, then mommie noticed I wasn't begging for one of the porkchops she keeps in her pockets.
Where was I????? Mommie found me huddled on the stairs. It was cold out. Mommie rubbed me and hugged me, although I hate being picked up. I went in my crate and fell asleep. Daddy came home and checked on me and my tail was down (it is so sad to see a Pug tail down). Mommie and daddy tried to give me tidbits. They even tried to entice me with a rib bone. Nothing.
They thought uh-oh, this is it for Misty the Pug. Mommie took still and movie pictures of me! Mommie thought, she's not ready yet to let me go. She wants at least 5 more years!!! It was too late at night so they let me go back to my crate. Mommie worried all night and thought she would find me cold and stiff in the morning. Well I was cold and stiff. Stiff 'cause I'm up there in years and cold because its cold in the mornings. But I was my usual self - barking, trying to boss around anybody, and begging for food.
Ha-ha fooled mommie. I was angry with her and that'll teach her to pay attention to where I am!!! - Misty
Recently Mommie took a really good look at me and realized that I have lost a lot of weight. Daddy is very good about keeping me on my diet. He also buys only doggie snacks, which I beg for everytime someone comes in the kitchen. Anyway, remember mommie was yelled at by the vet because I was too fat? Now daddy is in charge of my diet. Daddy says only dry food. Not the rich liver-flavored food and canned food mommie liked to feed me. I was having trouble walking and getting up the stairs - just like mommie (arf!). Also I have good teeth for an old pub because I get only dry crunchy food for older dogs and a lot of water.
Well, mommie just noticed that I can run up the stairs. I can do my happy dance for more food. All the loose, flabby skin is gone. Mommie is now mad at daddy. She wants to know why he is trim, Fankie is the same weight she was when she was one year old, and now I look and act 5 years younger. She wants to know, well, what about her?!
Well, ha ha, on her. Now daddy has her exercising downstairs. Maybe now he will starve her, too. Maybe when someone comes over, she'll have to do a happy dance and beg for porkchops!
Mommie feels good that I look and feel better. She feels satisfied that I now have added years to my life. Just goes to prove that the doctors are right....weightloss does add years!!!!
PS Secretly, mommie wishes she could eat only dry crunchy food and plently of water so she can slim down like me! She could write a book, "The Dog Food Diet for People" and get rich! I would gladly trade her for a porkchop. Snuff!
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