NUTS!

Yes, as many of you have observed our home is NUTS.  Its so NUTS that the squirrels are lining up at the back door cos they have heard that we have so many NUTS at our house that we are giving them away.

This is a perfect example:

Dad: Alright you three can come up in the big chair and sit with me..........................(3 min. later) why don't you ever listen to me and stay down out of the chair you are bumping my arm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mom needs a straight jacket, she is hoping it will have shades of blue on it cos she has heard blue is calming. 



WEIRD WED --THREE WAS REALLY 4

YEP 4.

STELLA ROSE

KRAZY AGAIN

Remembers  when I toles you the weekend was KrAZY will it was nuffin like last night at our house.  Furst this came to supper cos her parents were working.  I fink they just did not want to come get hers.

Hers NEVER stops talking.  She does help dry the silverware really good though, so Mom said she did earn her supper.

THEN we have been noticing lately that our dinner bowls are not as full as they used to be.  Mom and Dad bof said we were getting to round, so mom cut us back on our kibble.  I fink when I go to the vet this week, the authorities will more than likely be called on our Mom............Mags said she is going to live wif Princess Leah/, I toles her she might not fit in a suitcase...lol.......Mom said it is Mags and Gusser that are to chubby, I am course and always will be perfect.

See fatbutt guarding one of the grandboys this weekend....I am not sure if he is telling him to get up and get him a treat, or get back to mowing!!

Then our house was finally quiet and DAD got sick and got sick again.  I fink mom ran and hid under her pillow ....but of course she did get up and help him.  Poor Dad he is having a rough time of it lately.  Maybe if he was less grumpy we would stop jumping up on his arm.....its just a vicious circle at our house folks.

THEN finally the house was quiet and we were all in bed, when mom and dad heard wienie YEOWING loud, like a "get up I need to go potty" yeow.  Yes, wiener finks hers is a pug and she runs out the door like us to potty.  She is never going to understand she is a CAT and a mean one at that.   So Mom gets up to take her out, and there in the middle of the bedroom rug is two baby kittens.  Tiny (actually fat) twin look alike wienies.  WHAT!!!!!!   WHAT!!!!!   More cats, at our house, when and how did this happen................was the blogville police never informed of this, ............how was it kept a secret.

So mom ran and got her a nice bed, and the babies and wiener went to sleep, ONLY this morning mom finds a tiny gray one also.  THREE kittens at our house with Wienie.  That is breaking the law I am sure. 

Gussie and Wienie have a strange friendship but he was very relieved when he saw the kittens looked like kittens and not pugs.  I tried to explain the birds and bees to him, but I lost him at birds.  Maybe when he goes to the BAR one of you older boys can explain fings to him.

So our house is never going to be the same again. We are now aunts and a uncle and the grandpoops will be awwwing and ohhhing over those kittens especially Piper. 

Mom promises us this will never happen again, and down the road Wien will go to the Vet, but that does not help us now does it!!!!!!!!!!

I knew that cat was trouble when she showed up at our door.

Stella Rose

KRAZY with a capital K

That was how the weekend went, how was yours??  Of course we have no pictures, cos with our mom lately, it is either a picture or a word, she cannot manage to do both. 

So you have to imagine us three pugs with the grandpoops, peep, turds, ..you know kids staying ALL weekend at our house.  Now I bet you are imagining food dropped on the floor, ahhhh a pugs heaven, or lots of belly rubs............ahhhhh a pugs heaven.......dream a little dream, cos mostly those kids eat everything and leave nuffin for us.  NUFFIN.  AND that little one, Piper says FART a lot .........a lot!!

Dad says we are getting FAT so he was not sympathetic to our plight so being the loving pugs that we are we jumped on his hurt arm, like a million times......................heheheheheh

So they stayed at OUR house, and they did chores for money.  I asked Mom later why we can't earn money when we do chores, her eyes were glazed over, and I think there was drool in the corner of her mouf so she did not answer me, ............I will wait and ask her later.

Sunday we three got bafs......the poops did not............they went home to their own tub.

This week we haf to go get our nails cut, ahhhhh we are living the good life..........................ugh.

P.S. Wiener is the one who is fat, that will be tomorrows story.

stella rose

NUFFIN TO SAY

Mom is starting to plan for the BAR trip.  In her mind.  I toles her she needs to write her list on paper cos her mind is not so good anymore.

Busy week.  Nuffin to say so we are gonna show you this.

6 weeks old.

Stella Rose

FLASHBACK FRIDAY

This is me at our very first pug fest.  Can you tell I am a cowboy and holding on tightly to that saddle??

Me and my brudder Sammy J. can you tell which one I am??

Me, getting ready for Trick or Treat night.  I was the onliest puggy then at our house.

Me and my stroller, and grandpoop Ty.

Meeting Maggie. (Go back where you came from little girl!)

Weirdo Maggie.

Oh my pug mom brought another one home!  Baby Angus

Angus and Me and Mags in the stroller.  See my smile.


Have a great Friday, we wish it would warm up and be SPRInG and not WInTER.

Stella Rose

GOOD FRIENDS

Last night mom worked on a wedding gift for a dear friend of hers.  Her and my mom has been friends for over 30 years, and in those years has seen happy and sad. 

Mom first met her friend when she brought her little girl to moms class. Well, this little girl was a bit of a firecracker, and the poor mom was so embarrassed.  Mom just laughed MOST of it off, and told her that is what four year olds do, like----------paint the aide's beautiful white hair a bright shade of ORANGE.   Mom and her friends laugh about those days.

Then Desert Storm came along, and they shared lonely days together, and kept each other company through ups and downs.  Things like that just make a bond stronger.

The years came and went and changes in Moms life happened but her friendship just become stronger, and even though they didn't get to see each other as much, at least twice a year they got together for a fun supper and hours of talking.

Mom's friend lost her husband a few years ago, way to soon, and way to fast, ..........sometimes there is just no words.

But time has went on, and NOW my mom's friend is getting married on Saturday.  My mom is so happy for her and her new life.  Of course bits and pieces of her old life, will always be carried around in her heart...like my mom.

What else would mom give as a gift...........................

See the tiny rusted bows.

WE think she will like it...what do you think?


Stella Rose

DOING OUR JOBS

That's right, you heard us, today we are telling you all about our jobs, the ones we do everyday.

BABY ME

First I Stella Rose get MY mom up at 6:15 everyday so she can go to work.  I am her one and only alarm clock.  I don't make a loud horrible noise, but instead I go lay on my moms face so my whiskers tickle her nose and make her wake up.........EVERYDAY, even on the weekends.  That is my job.

 

 

Once Mom lifts me off the bed, I run down the hallway with Mom slowly walking behind me, and Maggie and Gussie hear me and they wake up.  Job No. 2.   Get my sibs up so we can go out and potty.  Get up guys lets go!!

 

 

We all run out, and then Gussie does his job.  He runs back in house, so Mom has to carry him back out.  His job is muscle patrol.  Mom needs to build up her upper body strength.  Gussie is her morning work out.  

 

He is a lot bigger and heavier now.

 

 

Next Maggie does her job by checking out all our bowls after we eat, to make sure not one piece of kibble is left over and goes to waste.  Usually she does not need to be a vacuum cleaner but sometimes there is one or two pieces for her.  Her job is the easiest. 

 

 

I learned to vacuum when I was just a little pug.

 

 

Now our morning jobs are all done, we watch from the recliner as mom gets ready to work, and we know we will just snuggle down and get a morning nap before Dad gets up.  Then we will start thinking about our evening jobs when our mom gets home.

 

I like to think my most important job is to remind my mom to let the little things stay little and focus on the true loving aspects in her life.  I like to think I do that job well.  She is my love.

  

 

 

 

Stella Rose











BUSY WEEKEND

We are back.  Yes, we three pugs!!  Mom and Dad had a long talk with Wienie and although they said they love her being Wien the Queen she cannot lock us up and run the house around here.  Mom promised her blogtime, and she appreciated her help last week with the comments but us pugs are in CHARGE and not HER.

On Saturday MaKenna's 11th birthday was April 1st so her and mom went to have a pedicure. Oh what fun they had, they did some girls shopping and of course brought us home noffin.  I remember the good ole days where we ALWAYS had somefing in that sack.  Those grandpoops are stealing our thunder.  First a birthday and then this little one..........................grrrrrr...............

One Month Old

 

 

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THANK YOU for all the wreath orders.  Mom is going to be very busy over the next few months working on the RETREAT wreaths..........she worked yesterday on the BEACH WREATH, it took her several hours to complete, maybe cos we don't live near the ocean and she just had to imagine what the air smelled like and then she listened to a couple of Jimmy Buffet songs and find her groove.

 

She used sea glass, tiny shells, starfish and several colors of ribbons and mesh, ..........we tried to put our ear up close to it to see if we can hear the ocean?????

Have a Wonderful Monday..........Mom is off to work, and we are off to naptime, and DAD is sleeping.

Stella Rose
P.S. thank you to all our friends that offered to come save us from wien the queen.

 

4th of JULY

Prettier in real life.

deb

FRIDAY YAY

Are you coming to the BAR in June????   Are you interested in taking home one of my MOM'S wreaths she has been working on?   She can easily transport to you, and save on shipping costs.  She has many new colors to work with and would like to share them all with you,  just private message her, in plenty of time for her to work on it.


Are you NOT able to come to the BAR and are interested in a wreath.  Well Mom can still ship it to you, and the shipping will be figured into the cost.  

Here are a few samples of what she has made so far.  The pictures do not pop like the real deal does.

This weekend Mom is working on a beach wreath and a 4th of July wreath.  We will show you these when she is done.

Now I am my moms campaign manger!!!!
Wienie

SOLITARY CONFINMENT

SOLITARY CONFINMENT.......YES the pugs are nicely locked away because they have LESSONS that need to be learnt.....yes learnt is the correct spelling for NO MANNERS..AT ALL......even DAD who likes me A LOT said so................

So we live next door to a church.  WE as in me, mom and DAD.  Me as in Weiner, Weinie , Wein the Queen, see how nicely that rhymes.

So we live next door to a church.  And sometimes they bring their little dog  on Wed. nights.  Well she was out in THEIR yard playing wif HER ball, when Margaret and Angus started barking and yelling across the fence at her.  Acting all crazy, bouncing against Alcatraz's wall, causing such a commotion that the ALERT SIREN on the big tower rang!!!

"BOY IN THE HOOD"

I SCREAMED at them, get off the fence before I call out the guards............did they listen.............NO!

GUESS WHERE THE THREE OF THEM ENDED UP......................................

(DON'T STICK YOUR TONGUE OUT AT ME ANGUS....YEP THERE ARE ALL THREE IN SOLITARY)

WIENIER

IN CHARGE---- WEDNESDAY

FURST I made the pugs give me all their allowance so I knew they could not buy tickets to run to that Princess Leah's house.  Hehehe

ALL MINE.  I know where I can find me some catnip in the neighborhood. 

THEN this one thought she was smart and tried to escape from me...........

Silly STella......

So I rounded them all up and put them where they belong........................in Alcatraz.

Maggie thinks her princess sister will come save her..........................NOT!

 

"Where is my Princess Leah at???  Hello ..Hello"

Then Angus thought he could put on a clever disguise and fly away. 

I brought out the bug spray.

Silly pugs....I am in charge.

Even of you Stella Rose......bahahahahhahahahahahhahahaha


WIENIE

HELP!

In case you need a good laugh.  Yes, it is me, Maggie Mae from when I was a little girl and my dad had two good arms.  And was nice.

Okay, so here is the deal, we fink Mom has a crack in her like the Great Wall of China and may need an extended vacation where the walls are soft, and nice men bring her little pills in small white cups that she can glue together to make a pretty wreath with.  Hers has stopped posting for us, and sending emails and facebooking, we are lucky we still get fed twice a day. 

It is so desperate at our house that WEINIE will be blogging for us tomorrow because somehow that CAT has figured out how to use the puter........we are just shaking ours head at the mystery.  WE don't know what she will say about us, but whatever it is don't believes her.  Hers fibs.

Weinie is going to work on catching up on your comments of course wif our help.  Its a sad sad day for sure at ours house.

Maggie Mae

HAPPY EARLY EASTER

BE BACK ON MONDAY.
STELLA ROSE

WEDNESDAY

She is sunshine on a cloudy day.

Stella Rose

WEIRDO NAME

Us pugs were a talking last night after "lights out" and we were a wondering if Momma was losing her touch, her mind, brain matter, ............and what brought this conversation on...........this....

• The Halloween Cat
• Wiener
• Weinie.

yep its weinie's name.  Mom used to be so good at picking names for her furkids, but can you imagine how it sounds at night when mom or dad is calling for wienie to come home..........us pugs just hide our heads under the pillow and hope the neighborhood dogs don't know our parents voices.

Weinie does not seem to care though.  I think you could call her ravioli or chicken soup, for all she would care.  The only things that are important to her is that she is fed 123 times a day, and that she can lay wif us in the big chair, and sleep in the chair in the livingroom when Maggie gets to bossy wif her. 

We have decided after our conversation that weinie doesn't care that she has a weirdo name, she just cares that we love her, and rubs her belly, and whispers kind words to her........and that she has a home.

stella rose

HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY

FINALLY mom promised a post from us today and of course some embarrassing pictures.  First though a story about Dad's appt. last week.

Lets just say if Dad could have walked in the door with a binkie, a onesie, and a diaper Mom would not have been anymore surprised of his behavior.  Yep our DAD was a big BABY.  The hospital where they go is a big University Teaching hospital in Iowa so it has a very diverse population throughout the hospital.  Many students and staff from different countries.  WELL, our Dads nurse for the morning was not from this country and Mom was SURE .....POSITIVE that when she saw DAd's tattoo on his arm, she MAY have been offended.....lets just say boobs were involved.  Mom starts to shrink in the chair.

So the nice nurse starts to clip the ends of the stitches that are sticking out like catfish whiskers and that is ALL she is going to do.....easy peasy....no pain..............well not our DAD, or our wienie DAD as mom calls him.  EVerytime the nurse started to clip and pull Dad lets out a string of HBO words that mom was pretty positive offended the nurse so bad she was at any minute going to stab him in the neck and leave the room.

Mom later wished she had snuck wine in her water bottle...but of course she was driving so that would not have been smart.

Finally after all the cussing and sweating and moaning and groaning the nurse left the room and brought in another nurse, but probably had dealt with children, and she started talking to mom and the next thing you know through all the talking snip..snip...snip she is DONE.  So fast DAD did not even know.  

Mom later told DAd how embarrassed she was and He said it HURT.....and he had to take a PAIN PILL.    Mom is so looking forward to the retreat so she can runaway for a few days. 

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Stella Rose and Sibs

SPRING FLING

My Grandma only has 7 more days of radiation left so Mom made her a spring wreath for her door.  Purple is grandma's favorite color.  Up on the top are two little yellow pinwheels, mom thought those mini ones were cute.

No pictures of us of course.  This little Pearl has taken over our pictures lately.

Apparently during their mom's photo shoot Pearl decided to have a dirty diaper and the sibs thought it was funny.    Um.....................


Dad starts PT today for the next four months on his arm.  For two weeks he can only move his wrist at PT back and forth.........and he still has to wear his sling for 6 weeks.  He is a crab.  Mom is sick of nursing.  She takes a lot of deep breaths and wonders around in  the wine aisle at the store.

Stella Rose