Okay, now onto the good news. Stella Rosey is tired this week and hers decided since it is real close to Christmas hers is trying to be extra well behaved and hers toles me I could write all week long. Since, I is working on my best seller book I decided I would share some of it with you through out the week. Is that okay. Isa don't have a title yet only a few chapters.....for right now Isa calling it Gussie's Blog.
Isa is little black pug who used to live at the Cruallela Deville puppy mill. Isa was borned with real bad eyes that would scare kids away on Halloween so nobody would have ever buyed me for sure! My Mom heard about me and came from afar to see me. She thought I looked just like her other pug named Stella Rose and hers wanted me real bad. She had to asked my Dad though cos he thinks he is the boss of hers and he said yes, I could come home and lives with them.
After, the vet tolds my mom I wasn’t dying or anything bad like that, hers gave my mom some medicine for my bad eyes and said I probably wouldn’t ever see very much. Well, that nevers stopped me cos as soon as I gots to my new home I ran overs to my sisters and scared them a bunch, and ran to their toybox. Whewwee I started dragging theirs toys out and playing with them, and throwing them up in the air. Maggie hid from me under the edge of the bed, but Isa could still see hers. Stella Rose just looked at me from our momma’s lap. Hers probably wanted me to go back to that place.
I learned later that Stella Rose and I came from the same bad place and that we had the same Mom. My sister Maggie came from another place. We are what you would call rescue pugs or the means people would call throw away pugs cos we weren’t worth any monies. Stella Rose and mesa can’t see, and Maggie can but hers has a little mean streak and hers scared of everyone. Mom says hers is anxious. Stella Rose was 4 months old when she came to live with Mom and Dad, and Maggie and I were both 8 weeks old. Wesa were real little puggies. Now we are growing big.
Maggie stopped barking at me after three loud days and finally we pugtoniaed all around the tables. Stella Rose just accepted her life had changed even more and she thought not to the betters. Maggie and I now are best buddies and we usually are the meanies to Stella Rose. We just can’t help ourselves; and we says we are sorry to hurt her feelings but we do’s it agains an agains. Mom gets pretty mad at us for being mean cos Stella Rose is hers baby and hers protects her a lot. No one protect us.
Mean ole cat Dietzman lives at ours house also. He has lived their for 100 years before we came. He thinks he is the alpha pug. He doesn’t evers let us play with him like we want to. He growls real loud and spits in ours faces and Mom has to rush in to saves us. He said he would nevers be our friend.
My Mom calls me baby gussie but my real name is Angus McConnell Long. Hers refuses to call me Angus excepted when I don’t follow the house rules. Rules like..don’t be mean to stellie, don’t bark in the cats face, don’t chew on the dresser, don’t be mean to stellie…to many rules for a little boy to member. I asked her when I is around my womens friends to please call me Master Angus McConnell but hers always says, “baby gussie..sit”….”baby gussie stay” and I do’s it so I is just complicated the matter. I needs to have a discussion with my mom about my name and explain it to her.
Somedays I has so many foughts running threw my mind that I can hardly wait to write them down. That s why my mOm lets me blog. I blog about my girls, my mom and dad, meanole cat dietzman, school the grandmonsters I blog about everything cos I is the star of my blog. It started out being stella rose’s blog buts I kinda took it overs.