Recollections on Mommy's Day

I love hearing stories about how we found our mommies. I rescued my mommy from a broken heart. One day just a few months ago, I got a telly-gram from heaven. It was from my big sissy Winnie Wiggles and she had just arrived at the Bridge. As soon as I read Wiggley's telly-gram, I knew exactly what needed to be done. I packed my bags and my favorite leopard snuggley pillow and put it into my tiny crate and had my driver (Auntie Louise) take me straightaway to the house of Hounds in Flower Mound.

My name was Angel then. Mommy thought she wasn't ready to open her heart to a new baby girl so soon, but I had my marching orders from Wiggles, and if you ever met my sissy Wiggles, you know that she doesn't take No for an answer! So I pranced and played and waggled my tail and gave my mommy big kisses and wriggled my way right into her heart just like that. *snaps paw toes*

And the rest is history. Now it's my job to wake mommy every morning 2 or 3 times for brekkie time and to give her kisses and jump on her head, just like Sissy Wiggles used to do. Thank goodness for little miracles like us little puggies and snortydogs. What on earth would our mommies do without us?

Big News About a Little Puggy!!!

I’ve got some exciting news!! I am a monkey. I had no idea I was a monkey until my brother, Howard Pee Pugpants, told me this morning. He said he looked it up and not only am I a monkey, I am the President of the Monkey Club. I am so excited!! I have no idea how I became president or even a member of the Monkey Club. He said it musta been my effusive personality.

Java told me once to be careful of anything Howie tells me that sounds slightly off, so I looked up the word “effusive” and it means “bubbley”! What’s not to like about being bubbley?? I think it means happy, and I am just about always happy, most especially when I’ve got my orange hotdog baby nearby. I like to woof to mommy with it in my mouth, I love it so much.

Howie said I should tell all my friends the big Monkey Club news, so I am posting it in my AnnieBlog today. Mommy usually reads these for me before I post them, to make sure I don’t say anything wrong since I am such a little bitty gal. But she has been busy lately getting ready for an art show, so I am just barreling ahead like my big sissy Winnie wudda done and posting it rightaway, as Howie suggested.

*does three cartwheels with the orange hotdog baby in her mouth* Since I am president of the Monkey Club, if anyone wants to join, just let me know. I have an open door policy. No Monkey left behind!! Is my motto as president of the Monkey Club. Spread the word!!!

Disappearing kisses!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for the kisses all my sweet friends. My secretary ERASED my kissing booth today and wiped them all out. Fortunately, I had my coffee this morning so I had jotted down all your little names so thank you for kissies goes to:
Pudgey Fudgey
Mistah Chu the Eloquent
Bradley the Magnificent
Sophie Amore BFF!!
Raven the Beautiful
Maxwell Flirtypug
Muffin the CuteyGirl
Suzy Que *hee hee*
Marley Magnifico
Bambi Bubblegum

So if'n anydoggy's got a spare secretary they can bear to part with, I'm puttin mine on ebonebay tonight to see if I can get a couple of stale tortilla chips for her.
Bidding starts........................now!!!!!!!!!

You're Not The Boss of Me Howard Pee Pugpants!!!

Have I mentioned lately that I am perfect, except for 9 or 10 things? I told Howie this the other day and his response was to make a snarfy noise. Now, I’m not quite sure if he was making fun of me, or if this was just one of those involuntary bodily functions of Howie’s that makes being his sister so consistently pleasant. But here lately, Howie Pee Pugpants has been tryin to boss me and it’s got to stop! *stamps little paw on the ground, but no one notices*

Mommy sez there are some legendary sibling rivalries on dogster, take Lena and Romeo for pug-zample, and Puggie and Piggie, two of my personal favorites. Howie and me are usually just like peas and carrots but let’s just say there are some minor issues that require remedy-ing real quick. For instance, everypuggy in the house knows Mommy’s lap belongs to AnnieBelly Bossypants. This morning, when I was enjoying my time in Mommy’s lap, and making her smile and being very sweet, Howie came up and sneezed something all over us both and poked at me with his big smelly paw.

Did Mommy say, “Shoo Howie, I am adoring Annie right now!” NO!! She put me down and picked up Howie. I’m sure you are just as shocked and appalled as I am re-telling this horrific event. I’m so young and cute, I just hope there will be no permanent emotional scars. *googles doggy shrinks and bookmarks those with pink office décor*

So if any of you sweet pals have good advice about bad brothers, I am all ears. And please don’t hold back. As you are probably aware, my brother is in dire need of intensive behavior modification. *adjusts horn-rimmed glasses as she thumbs through a puggy medical journal on abhorrent puggy conditions including symptoms and etiology of the Bad Brother Syndrome*

Ta-ta for now cuties!! *blows little kisses*

And So It Begins

Can I just start things by saying I am not JUST the little sister of Howard Pee Pugpants. I am Annabelle – the one and only dogster no. 711246 who lives on Banana Lane and is officially the half-sister of my Angel Winnifred Wigglepants. My story is nothing short of a miracle, one of those that will make you laugh, even though the beginning might make you cry.

A few weeks ago, Winnie Wiggles went to the Bridge and left behind broken hearts and so many tears in the Pugpant house in Flower Mound. Her love and joy was something every little divapug in the world can only wonder at – she had a way of wrapping her fuzzy paws around your heart and not letting go until you giggled. Even Howard, who only lets late dinnertimes and big dogs on TV bother him, had taken to sleeping on Winnie’s blankets and crying for her at bedtime.

Then, one evening, Aunty Louise drove to Banana Lane with a special surprise. She carried a tiny crate into the front door of the Pugpant house. It was so tiny it looked like it had nothing but air in it!! But Aunty Louise said there was an Angel inside.

When she opened the door to the tiny crate, I hopped out and said HI!! and saw the daddy’s heart just melt right there. The mommy was amazed at how much I looked like her little lost Angel Winnie Wiggles, but I could see there was still a big aching hurt surrounding her. All the humans agreed it would be a good idea for me to stay the week to see how I would do with Howie and Java – the stinky boys – but I had a bigger plan in mind. Carefully, methodically, I made my way around the sadness and found a tiny chinkhole in the mommy’s defenses. You might think I played on my Winnieness - but no!! This one knew that mommy needed real love from a little girly pug who wasn’t afraid of her own individuality. So I showed the mommy my underbite, with the middle tooth that pokes out just a bit. Then I did a little hop-woof at her that said “LET’S PLAY YOU” and all sorts of things that just weren’t a bit like Winnie Angel at all. The moment the mommy stopped looking for signs of Winnie in me, her heart opened wide and I just ran right in, easy as pie. *dusts off paws*

So even though it was sadness that brought this Angel to their door, it is love that will keep me here with the mommy and the daddy, who have decided I am my own little pug in every way, except for maybe when I am sleeping, and look EXACTLY like Winnie. :>

And the best part, they decided that although I am in fact an Angel in every way, they will call me Annabelle or Annie, for short. You see, Annie was the name of a human friend of mommy and daddy’s who went to heaven such a short time ago. She was the gentlest of souls and loved all creatures big and small. You’re probably thinking, right about now, that AnnieBelle has quite a few big pairs of shoes to fill! But I’m not gonna worry about that. There are just too many toys around here to waste time on worries. I’ve even talked Howie into getting off that old pillow and tugging on some toys with me.

So much to do….and plenty of time to do it in. This is the life.