His name is Teddy Valentine, because February 14 was when he came to live with us. Born on Christmas, Teddy was a heartthrob the minute we laid eyes on him. Full of personality, a soft, cute muzzle, big, brown beautiful eyes and a, um, less than perfect pug tail, he came with a fully sharpened complement of baby teeth, an ability to sleep when everyone else does, and a deliciously sensuous languidness that makes you want to invade his space and hug and kiss him and cuddle coo him like the little prince he was born to be.......until, in a burst of energetic ha-ha-ha-HAH, he runs behind you, pell-mell, takes a flying leap and bites you in the a...ah, yes, there. He receives numerous timeouts toward the end of the day, as being overtired apparently causes his ungracious behavior. The timeouts seem not to work. Treats will assuage his rambunctiousness, but won't cure it. He does what he wants, this Prince of Pugs. It's a dog's life, as well it should be!Photo By Karyn R. Pierce
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Teddy, the ultimate lap dog, is so adorable he could be a kitten.
BTW, the photo's worth a thousand words, Karyn, like a window to your household.
According to reliable sources, Teddy does not wear t-shirts. If that changes...uh, no, nevermind, it's not going to change.
Your next blogpost should be about fire season in the high desert.
A Facebook invitation is en route to you this evening, but all email has been bouncing off AOL. I suppose it's having an orange alert or something.
My next blogpost might be about lousy traffic control during high desert fire season---I just arrived home after 5 hours and 15 minutes on the so-called detour around the fire! Can't account for aol...that's why I have the gmail account for backup. I'll take a detour to Facebook tomorrow! I have to wash the soot off from the country road I've been on this evening. The name Soledad Canyon sounds pretty but not when it's pitch dark (not a street light for 30 miles), and you're not sure if the glow you see is from the nearby fire or the tail lights that form a 20-mile red ribbon in front of you, and the headlights that form a 30-mile glare behind you. I've had it with fire season---let it RAIN!
amen to the rain!! and don't get me started on the lack of a cell phone signal (for 2 hours!) on said country road. if the stores in this godforsaken town were still open i'd run out and buy a satellite phone, a fire/police scanner, and a portable GPS thingy for the honey with the commute crapper of a car..um, didn't you say you worked for mercedes benz, dear?
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