MR. CHEWY REVIEW PART 1

SO finally Mom was able to start reviewing again and we are so excited, we waited and waited by the door for the UPS guy to come to our NEW house, only to find out he left the box at our OLD house.  Dang, ........Mom finally got it picked up though, and now we are happy.

Did MOM say the Mr. Chewy box is here.....whooohooo!!!!!

We tore the box open, cos we three are experts after all this time.....THANK YOU also Mr. Chewy.........

HOLD YOUR HORSES........Can we fit in this...okay lets breathe, calm down, calm down, okay it says for FERRETS...DWARF RABBITS....CHINCHILLAS and other small animals...NOT PUGS?????   WHAT the hell.......I mean is mom daft..............okay okay maybe it is for us.. and not that rat called EDDIE...........

Do you think you can fit in it Gussie???

Get out of it RIGHT now EDDIE its mine...all mine.  MOM!!!!   I think I can fit, yes, I can get my front leg in.....oh my ferret...Eddie is hiding in the tunnel.   I can't get him out MOM, he is hiding from me and laughing.  I am just going to tear it up.      I tried and tried, but it is just to strong mom, this tunnel must be made out of kryptonite ...........grrrrr.

Mom said this was an excellent buy for anyone with a small animal that needs exercise and play.  It was very reasonable priced at $8.29.    It is also made of cotton and polyester so it can be washed.  We always know when Eddie is playing in it because it crinkles so Mom can find him easily.  It is very durable, because we three pugs have dragged it all overs our house, trying to get Eddie out of it.  He laughs and laughs at us.  

There is even a side hole he can get into just to show off to us. We are just going to have to call up Ms. Natalie and tell her no more items for anyone in this house but us PUGS.   We were not paid anything for these comments, this is all our own words.   Gus

A TORNADO NAMED EDDIE

SO you all know about Eddie.  He is part of our family by his choice and not mine.  We have a story for you about Eddie, and how our parents got just what they deserve by allowing Eddie to live wif us.

Catch me if you can Gussie!

A few days ago while Mom was at work, Dad went out to do his outside chores.  Now that he is a hobby farmer he has fun chores he does everyday now.  BUTT before he went outside he let Eddie out to run all overs our house with SUPERVISION.

Its something that Eddie gets to do every morning and every evening. In between he sleeps the rest of the time, damn lazy ferret.

Soooo Dad lets Ed out, and forgets to put him back in his tower before he goes outside ...........he also forgot to move the dog crate from the wall in the kitchen.  That is another rule with Eddie YOU MUST always move the dog crate away from the wall cos he climbs it and runs all over the counters.  He is one smart ferret for sure.

So  here is Ed running wild wif no supervision, and the crate still against the wall.  Yep, Ed climbs the crate, and is on the counter.

NOW the day before Mom re-potted her favorite and ONLY spider plant hoping this miracle grow soil would make the plant happier and live longer.  Mom is known in these parts as the serial spider plant killer,but manages after each tragic death, to get another one, from her friend who is the spider plant whisperer. So the plant is one the counter, and the soil is still wet.

(not moms plant but this is what it looks like)

Yep it was a "ferret gone wild" moment for sure.  Eddie dug in the wet soil, he jumped and played in the wet soil, he uprooted the spider plant and threw it to the floor, and continued to roll in the wet soil.

Then just for the hell of it, he ran all over the counters, the kitchen and anyplace that he could leave muddy little paw prints.  WE pugs sit and watched in wonder, and once we realized what was going on, laughed our little asses off cos we KNEW Dad was coming up the steps any moment.

"He did WHAT???"

WELL, Ed went and hid behind the chair so Dad wouldn't see his mud soaked little body, but we had already made a sign for DAD that said, "LOOK WHAT ED DID!!!!"   Just to help Dad out cos we did not want him to think one of us had made the mess.  We also put an ad on Craigslist for a free ferret, saying we will deliver.  Just to help Dad out.

Needless to say, Ed got tossed back in his cage, Dad called mom at work and told her the whole muddy story, and Dad proceeded to clean it up the best to his ability, which really means when mom got home it took her another hour, to clean footprints off the wall, and counters, and doors, plus she had to re-pot that plant.

Ed was put on disciplinary action through the prison council and had to spend the rest of the day in his cage.  Only under guard watch was he allowed back out later that night.  Dad and mom made us take the craigslist ad off the site.      Sigh.................................Stella Rose

HOW WE SPENT OUR SUMMER

Whooooweee..............did we have a summer.

FURST we moved.  ITS mostly a big blur but we moved from town to country.  We are now county pugs. And we cuss.

Corner of the back deck.


THEN we got new family members.  Is there a rule that you have to keep your family or can you sent them back to where they came from?  Just checking.

1. That damned Eddie, do we have a story about him for tomorrows post.

2. Petey and our dad.  Dad thinks he is smart but he's not.  We call them the "asses" under our breath.

3.  Our new mean sisters.  Lucy and Ethel.  They are the mean girls you deal wif in high school.  MEAN.

So that is our summer.  I had to have surgery and remove 24 stones from my bladder.  Mom is waiting still for the results to come back from Minnesota.  I finks she wants to put them in her rock garden.  I still have most of my stitches in.  Friday was a bust.  Thats a whole nother post for another day.

Stella Rose

WE REMEMBER

May the families of 9-11 find peace as the years go by.
Stella Rose and family

COUNTRY PUGS

ONE of the fings we have learned since moving to the country is how to cuss.  We don't know if it is allowed in blogville for pugs to cuss but we are being up front and honest about it wif all our friends.  We are now cussing pugs.

We used to be nice citified pugs, but after living in the country for only two months we now have picked up some rather countrified habits.  Now we ain't saying just because we cuss that all pugs that live in the country cuss, it could just be us. AND we could just be using the move as an excuse to cuss.  We are not sure.

We blame it on DAD.  Don't feel bad for DAD cos we always blame him for everyfing BUTT did any of yours dads find a ferret crawling into his lap, and build him a big ass trump tower to live in right where we can see him everydays,  did any of yours DAD bring home not one but two fainting goats that hate hate hate pugs. OR did any of yours Dad bring home a miniature donkey that has fallen in loves wif your DAD and now he pays more attention to Petey (yes Petey is a girl).  WELL if any of ewes can say YES to that then we will stop cussing  BUTT until then we are cussing pugs in Iowa.

So back to those fainting goats. Ethel and Lucy.  Ethel is nice and does not let us know how much she hates us.  She has horns and is scary looking. But mostly she ignores us.  But Lucy who is moms goat has no horns, and is fat and not scary and hates us right out in the open.  Even when we go up to the fence just to say hi to her, she tries to butt us away from her.  We call her the old heifer, just to be mean.  AND yes we know she is not a cow but we haven't figured out a bad name to call her yet, or at least not one we can print in our blog.

WE love living in the country but when we signed on to go wif our parents to the country we did not know that would mean we would be living in a freak show......fainting goats, a tiny donkey, and a ferret that runs through the house hiding all our dog biscuits in the closet.  Last night Dad found 8 milk bones Ed had hid in the bedroom closet. Do you fink he knows about the hurricane? (No Eddie is not allowed out of his cage, only when he shakes it like an angry prisoner, then they let him have his time in the house. He is house broken just a thief)

So until life goes back to normal (ha, whatever normal is at our house) we will keep on cussing, loud or under our breath.  Cuss, cuss, cuss, cuss and cuss.

P.S. I have to go get my damn stitches out on Friday and meet the new "just got out of the marines" vet.  What more could a girl ask for.

Stella Rose

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

I will pay you one million dollars Gussie if you will unlock my door.  Eddie

STELLA IS HOME

OUR sweet girl is home and happy to be back.  She was so excited when Mom walked through the door last night from work.  She is eating really well, and starting to drink more also.  She has about a 2 inch scar and in two weeks will get her stitches out.  We are still waiting on the results from Minnesota where they sent her 24 stones off to be processed so Mom will know what kind of food to feed her.  Right now she is on C/D wet and dry.  

It is going to take awhile though for her bladder to start working again, she pees when she goes outside but then she also pees when she is laying down.   Her brain and her bladder aren't working together yet.  Mom says it will take time.

Thank you for all your good thoughts and prayers.
Mom and pugs

Good Morning

We are waiting on a call from the vet to see if Stella will get to come home today.  Our house was very quite last night, and we missed her so much!!!

Lots of questions about who Gus is with  in the picture  and if she is a goat.

Nope these girls are fainting goats.  Their names are Lucy and Ethel, Lucy is mean to Ethel when Dad brings treats or food.  Lucy is moms goat.......um...........

Dads is the white and black one.  So the goats were all the animals Dad was supposed to get for his little green acres farm, but you know how well he listens to mom.

So on Sat. he went to the Saturday morning sale wif our neighbor and they brought this home.  Her name is Petey.  She is a miniature Donkey.  She is supposed to always stay little, but Dad doesn't know anything about anything so they could have sold him a baby prehistoric dinosaur and called it a donkey.  She is a real nice girl and has been around kids, goats, and grown ups a lot.  She follows mom and dad around like a little puppy but of course she is not one.  We are learning the rules when we are around Petey, like stay away from her feet cos she could kick.

Dad is working on getting the big huge pen ready for all three of them to live in.  It gives him something to do while mom is at work, at least that is what he tells mom.  Gus loves Petey.....he is a goofball.

Mags

PETEY

Who in the hell are you and why are you in my back yard????
Gus

SURGURY

I just called the vet and they said Stellie is sleeping now and she did great at her surgery.  Not only did she have one big walnut stone but several smaller stones.  Now they will send it away to find out what kind of food she needs to be on.  Gonna check on her this afternoon again, to see if she is awake and eating.  Thank you for all your good thoughts and prayers.  Deb

STELLA'S SURGERY

Good Morning:
I just wanted to let our friends know that Stella is having surgery first thing this morning. I took her at 7:30 this morning and of course it was super foggy out so that just made the drive more longer..her Vet Nancy told me it should take around an hour or so.  I am going to call around 9:30 if I don't hear from them first.  She probably will have to stay the night but they also said if she was doing well by the time I leave work I may be able to pick her up.  I was so glad they were able to do her surgery quicker.
When she saw Nancy on Friday they decided to let her wait till Monday since she still was urinating a little bit.  But by yesterday I could she was straining very hard and nothing much was coming out.  So it was timed just right.
Of course I am nervous but I know she is in really good hands.  I will let you know something as soon as I hear.
Thanks
Deb

STELLA ROSE

My dear friends its me Stella Rose.  I am trying to take my blog BACK from my sister and brudder and having just a little trouble doing that.  So I decided to let them blog just a little while longer till I got back on my feet and then WATCH OUT Stella Rose will be back.

You might be wondering why I was gone, mostly cos I have been helping my mom recuperate from the move to the country and from hers been sick wif her cough for 5 weeks.  But mom is feeling better now after she made some good life changes.  One fing she did was said GOODBYE to one of her jobs.  Now she only works 4 days a week for the attorney the job she has had for a long time.

She liked her job at the clinic but 6-7 days a week both jobs was to much cos hers is old.  And she kept getting sick, and having no time for anyfing or us and that was not right. So she made a healthy decision and we are all soooo happy.

BUTT now I am having a little problem.  A few days ago mom notice blood in my urine and after freaking out 87 times called the vet.  Well hells bells that was one torture chamber of horrors yesterday, first they drew blood, then they put a needle in my bladder (I said lots of HBO words that mags and gus say all the time) then they had to do an xray.  Then for freaks sake mom had them cut my nails and do my glands.  I will pay her back for that later.  So the xray showed a walnut sized stone in my bladder.  YOWWWEEEE!!!!!

BUTT because they are booked no surgery till next friday.  That is not good for me or mom.  So tomorrow I am going to see the bestest vet in the world, and since we have now moved closer to her, she will be our new bestest vet, and see if hers can help me get rid of this walnut faster.  Poor me, cos  I wet my mommas bed last night and did not even nose that.  I have never done that in my life.

I am on different food and taking lots of antibiotics and I am sure I will get well real fast.  But first the walnut needs to go.  We will be back on Monday to let you know what I found out.  Hugs and Love Stellie Rose

DEAR MOM & DAD

Dear Mom & Dad:
WE are writing you this letter from all three of us pugs to tell you ENOUGH is ENOUGH.  Yeah, I know you think you are the parents of the household BUTT it is time we pugs step up and take a stand.  We are TIRED of all the foot traffic coming into our doors and not going OUT our doors.  We made a very big mistake when we did not put our feets down when you let Henri and Ellen come and stay at our house, little did we know what was in store for us.
So it ALLLLL started with them:

Now they are over one year old, they eat our livers and gizzards, have their own play tree and the run of the WhOLE house and can go outside freely without being watched like the prisoners that we are.

Then more cats came and went and went and came and you KNEW who their parent was but you still took care of them. We know they were strays but I am sure you spent our treat money freely without our permission.

BUTT the day dad was relaxing on the porch and that that little furry creature tunneled his way across town onto our porch and up dad's leg was just going to far!!!!  Its time you take him back to his ferret prison and hand him over.

Here are the reasons he cannot live in OUR house:

1. He has the run of the house, he has no boundaries which means our toy box is not off limits or our puggie crate where we like to nap.
2. He often drinks out of our water bowl even though he has his very own bowl in his Trump tower.  AnD we saw dad put ice in his and not ours.
3. He can get up in bed with you and tunnel under the covers to snuggle, we have to sit on the floor and beg to get in the bed, often you ignore us.
4. Last night he stole a whole loaf of bread off the counter, ran down the hall and hid it in his little closet he has in the back bedroom.
5. He stole several of moms necklaces and mom found him sleeping in her tub draped in jewelry he had heisted from her.  This proves he cannot be trusted on probation and must return to the prison he tunneled out of.
6. Often when we three pugs are relaxing in the living-room in our ZEN zone, we find ourselves with Eddie on our backs, going "giddy-up"....we are not his horses.

So we conclude that Eddie needs to be incarcerated and not in Trump towers, but back in his ferret prison somewhere far far away from us.  And he can take that goat wif him.

Stella Rose, Margaret Mae, and Angus Mac

IOWA CORNFIELDS

Hey Friends, its me Gussie Boy, Mags let me write on the blog this morning.  This is a picture of me and mags telling those stinky goats what for, and to stay away from our side of the fence.  They are getting ready to pee on their OWN beards, dumb asses.

Okay so see all that corn in the background, and then beyond the corn the big hills that are all around ours house.  Its pretty sitting outside wif mom and dad and taking in the scenery....EXCEPT mags and me saw those childrens that live in the corn.

Did you know about those creepy little kids, that lives in the corn, and tries to grab us if we get to close??  Thats why I tell those goats to get the grass over by the corn, hehehehehhe.........does that makes me a bad little puggie boy?

Gus

GOAT ENVY

So ewes all nose by now we moved from the old house in the town by the river, to a newer house in the country not to far from the river.

Bad picture on moms phone.


ANYWAYS I fink you nose too all about the goats that are our neighbors.  Big goats, little goats, tinier goats ...well you get the picture.  WELL, apparently Dad grew up on a goat farm when he was a little boy so he has a soft spot in his hard cold heart (heheh) for goats.

TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER

So Gussie has always thought he was special, you know Dad's one and only, Dads main man, Dad's boy.  The smart one, the handsome one, the only one that listens...blah blah blah blah.

UNTIL Dad meets goats.    Yep, Dad is now the proud owner of a little black/white fainting goat,which he will bring into our domain in a few months.  Happy DAD, Sad GUS.

Then on Sunday we had visitors and Gus decided to show DAD he could be just as good as any old goat.  First thing he did was stand on the coffee table and prance around like the goats outside.  Dad said GET  DOWN.  SO Gussie decided to take it one step further, and he jumped on the couch and walked across the top of it to MOM.   Gus should be in a circus on the high wire...........I am proud of you Gussie, you showed DAD didn't you!

Maggie Mae

WHERE'S STELLA ROSE?????????

WELL, hells bells I has gotten some emails from friends asking WHY I Mags is writing on Stellie's blog and not their dear friend STELLA PeRFECT SMELLING ROSE.............well, its not like I stuck her in a moving box and taped it shut and mailed her to Ms. Mary Ann or anyfings like THAT!!!

See here is proof of life.  Hers is standing on that pink carpet that is soon to become nice wood floors staring up at the phone.  Geeze peoples.

Stella Rose is doing just fine. She is starting to move around alot more and makes her way across the front deck now just FINE!  I on the other hand haf to deal with stupid Eddie, and getting him offs my back cos he finks I am a HORSE.

AND

These damn goats that are always coming over to ours back yard when we are outside raising hell, showing the neighbors just how good of watch dogs we are. You nevers can be to comfortable in the neighborhood.  STAY SMART MAGS is what I tell myself.

Tomorrow i am going to be guarding the kitchen cos we are getting new kitchen flooring. Dad will be on the other side of NUTS and BITCHYVILLE cos he hates when we bark and carry on.  I tell him, to go buy ear plugs and he says the F word to me.  Mom won't let me print it cos I am a youngest pug still.

AND

Today the dish guy comes to bring TV to our house cos in the country there is no CABLE.  There are goats, long horned cows and chickens and a lousy rooster that wakes me at 4:45 every morning so in turn I wake my parents up at the same time.  Just doing my JOB.   I except the cable company will be sending mom a letter of complaint after they leave our house.  I have a long list of things to keep that guy busy.

Mags

MOANNNNNNNNNNNNDAY

DO you see me mom?

Dad and Gussie sharing tea.  Put your tongue back in your mouf brudder!

WE are the new kids on the block goats!!

Smartest cat in the world. Its Henri.   Life on the farm is busy for a city pug like me.  I am now in charge of keeping Henri and El safe, and Gussie and Stella Rose.  Safe from what you may ask..........THE GOATS!    Maggie Mae

#1 PEE PUG

I am the number one pee-r at our house.  As soon as I run outside I pee on the grass, then on the flower pots, then on the hostas then on the fence, then on the side of the garage, then I take a little break and on my way back into the house I might pee on the deck steps.  I am the best pee pug around.

P.S. I never pee on that old basket hound, cos I admire him.  He is over 30 years old.

MAGS

THE PRINCESS IS IN THE TOWER

MOM is learning how to take pic with her new phone.  See the tiny prison we were in well its because I Margaret Mae smartest pug in Iowa figured out how to get my perfectly round little body through a small square shape in the fence and I ran the cornfields of IOWA.   Isn't that some kind of brilliance tests humans take.

Can you see the fence...and the big cornfields.....what a run I had. But Dad was rather pissed and went and bought chicken fencing to put at the bottom of the nice farmer fence, so now you know what an excellent escape artist that I am, it takes Two fences to keep this pug in.  I believe I will start giving classes to those humans that live behind the great wires, I plan on charging for my expertise of course.

Mom worked Sat. so with Sunday being her only day off, she was able to get some things done but she still have 150,0000 more to do.  We try to snoopverise and help her but she does not appreciate us being under her feet.

If EDDIE is not sleeping like this then he is raising the Daytona 100 all over all house. He is a super smart little guy, I think he must posses some of my pug genes.  Yesterday Mom found him n the garden tub with a large assortment of her necklaces .....I told Mom he was planning her wardrobe for the rest of the week.

Stellie and gussie say hi.  We are saying goodbye to the carpet next weekend and getting wood flooring.  Mom is excited, Dad is worried we will be piss heads when the men come to work.  Dad worries wayyyyyyyyyy to much about us.  Mom says if I don't quit cussing so much, she is shutting my blog down. Damn woman!

Here is the front of the house this morning........mom has shitty camera skills.

Here is a little bit of our Alcatraz in the back.  We like it. Gussie especially loves it cos he likes to bark at the bigger than hell X-rated goats running around over there with the big horns.  Did you know goats have beards and they like to pee on each others beards and the goat with the most pee in his beard is the King of all goats?   I am thinking about growing a beard and becoming the queen of all pugs around here.   Just a thought.

Mags

GOOD MORNING

Oh good morning my bloggy friends, it is me, Maggie Mae of the Three Little Pugs in Iowa.  I have missed our blog so much but I could not get Mom to sit down and blog for me, so I have been secretly teaching myself and it has only taken me free months to do it!!!

You can see how smart I am even as a tiny child.

So anyway I have taken over this here blog and ams going to try my best to become a better blogger than Stella Rose.   And I figure any pug who can type her owns blog will be showing up on the World News sooner or later and I figure that is better news than what we have to watch now...bhahahahahh.  Also, I expect the Ellen Show will be calling me, cos I am so smart and you knooowwwwwwwwwww she gives away some big checks, so be expecting new beds for everyone!!!!

I have lots to tell ewes but I will take it slow cos I don't want anyones brains to explode wif all my news.  I will just tell you a little each time eyes blog.  Forgives my grammar and spelling eyes hasn't had time to work on that yet.

Okay onto news from us.

We MOVED.  MOVED, MOVED and MOVED.  We no longer live in the oldest house in the world by the river, in town.  NOW we live in the country about 1/2 mile from the river through these corn fields, and our neighbors have big exotic goats and weird loud birds that have no sense of THEIR yard and MY yard.

Moving day was an experience that no pug will ever want to relive again.  Imagine this..close your eyes........................all our big kids and grandmonsters helping, that is good right, then there is our DAD who is NOT good.  Dad did not want to move to the beautifulest house in the country and he let everyone including most of the town know thats............change is hard for DAD REAL REAL hard.  So anyways close your eyes again and imagine this...........trucks are loaded, trailers are loaded and DAD is yelling and moaning and complaining, and he has us three pugs, henri and ellen, and EDDIE all in the little clown car, wif him, AND Mom tells us its a good fing he is in the CLOWN car cos he is acting like a CLOWN.

No, not the sweet clowns at the circus but that mean CLOWN on the movies that eat little pugs and scare humans.   DAD stayed the mean clown most of the day and night but then magically after everyone left and we sit outside on the deck the magic country air, cleaned out his brain and he became a new nicer clown.

Poor stellie rose.  She is having a very hard time wif the move.  At our old house she knew her way around inside and out, and would have fooled even the smartest person in the world that she was NOT blind.  At our new house, she is very lost, and can't figure out anything yet.  She mostly barks for MOm.

Our first few nights she was panting so hard mom was worried she would haf to take her to the vet and get Valium or somefing.  I toles Mom "heck get us that drug, we are sick of listening to her" but mom just glared at ME.  Finally though she is calming down a little and the only ALMOST catastrophe that we ALMOST had was mom sit her down on the back deck while she was shutting the door, and stella almost walked off the DECK!!!!   She would have fallen about 2 feet and gotten hurt.  I toles Mom"you had better learn how to hold a fat pug and shut that damn door at the same time!"   Mom did not appreciate my wisdom.

Wells folks I had better clear out.  Gussie boy, has figured out the big ass goats share the back fence of our alcatraz wif us, and he goes out there to push them around.  Of course they could kills him real easy and he is not smart enough to realize that.  I haf to watch out for that boy all the time.

I will be back next week wif pictures to show you our crazy zoo.  PS. El and Henri are okay wif being inside and Eddie loves running around all overs the big house, he loves Gussie and likes to jump on his back.  BAAAAHHHHAAAA

Margaret Mae