Pug Bestie

This weekend Kyle and I move all of my belongings in to our new place.  And it should be noted that my mom spent a solid 8 hours moving, packing, and cleaning, and she is a BEAST.  My mom is better than your mom.  FYI.  I would also like to note that while Kyle and I were able to move things on Sunday after attending a very fun wedding between his classmates, it is ill advised to move while hungover.  We're talking.... ill advised.  At one point, we created a nest on the living room floor and curled up for cat naps.  Oy.

One of the goals and reasons behind the move was to find a pug-friendly home for future pug bestie.  Tentative timeline on this goal was August.  Give us some time to get settled.  Get through the craziness of summer classes (fyi, I learned that my classes go from 6-10:15 and not just 10 last night... that was a fun surprise).  Jerbear gets sleeeeepy that late.

Since I had "a plan" it should come as no surprise that my mom emailed me last week with an "OMG" subject line.  Yes, I am my mother's daughter, why do you ask?  There was a student's mom (she's a teacher) who was looking for a home for a pug they had taken in a few months ago, and would I like it?  Within 10 minutes of me saying, yes I may be interested, my mother had photos uploaded for me to peruse.  Seriously... efficient. And she knows I'm impatient.... so yeah.

According to the vet, she's 6-7 years old, and could stand to lose some L-Bs.  I set up a date to go visit her on Monday night.  My mom said she was super friendly, but I wanted to make sure she was ok around males too, as her history is somewhat unknown.  We arrived and she was itching to get out of her pen.  As soon as she was loose, she took off like a rocket.  I thought pugs were supposed to be lazy??!  After she got that out of her system, we got to play.  She had to get attention from everyone in the group, and then when she realized I was going to give her the MOST attention, she parked her curly tailed butt in my lap and stood as my guard dog against the rest of the pups on the property.  MINE, she said (if she could talk).

Pug pick up will occur this weekend or next depending on if our weekend fishing trip plans go through or not.  Be prepared for an onslought of puggy pics.

Currently her name is Fancy, but she doesn't seem to "know" that's her name, and I'm not thrilled with it.  Any suggestions?  We spent the drive home throwing around ideas, but I'm not 100% sold on any yet.

Best puggy name.... and go!

Signs From the Universe: A Pug Tale

A couple of weeks ago, I was going through my facebook feed , trying to make myself tired enough to fall asleep.  While doing so, I happened upon the most adorable creature on the planet.  His name is Joey.  Of course, I woke Kyle up from a dead slumber to show him pictures of my new love.

Love at first sight?

I now know it exists.

I put the little puggle bug out of my mind, because I told myself NO PUG until I finish with grad school.  I do not have the time.

But the more pictures they posted of him (he’s at a pug shelter in Nebraska) the more my heart melted.  I started to scheme.  My apartment doesn’t allow pets, could I find one that would?  Yes!  And it’s owned by the same company as the one I live in, so I wouldn’t have to pay a fee to break the lease.

But it’s more expensive.  And a major deposit for the dog.  Plus the adoption fee for the dog.  Plus the cost of owning a dog.  No problem!  Kyle and I will just move in together.  What better reason for co-habitation!  Come to me my puggle friend.

In case you were wondering, this is exactly how my mind works when someone suggests I come run a race with them.  I work out HOW it can all come to be, without looking at any of the downsides.

After sending my mom pictures of her new grandpug, I started realizing the flaws.  And I got extremely sad.  “I shouldn’t adopt Joey, should I?” I said to Kyle with crocodile sized tears running down my face.  “Probably not….”

And then came the signs from the universe.  Do any of you pay attention to these?  The silly little signs that URGE you to make major life decisions (yes, I know.  I lead a SUPER tough life, in that my MAJOR life decision is pug ownership.  EAD. J) 

First was the ring.  The adorable pug ring I saw on outblush.  With the designer JERI.  I mean really. 

Next, I went to my local library to grab some books, and there was a wall of magazines to take for free.  Naturally there was one all about PUGS, that I snatched up.

While on my 18 mile run on Saturday, I ran by the dog park, and there were not one, but two pugs running around having the greatest afternoon of their lives.  I wish I would’ve been doing a non-important run, I would’ve gone and played with them.

And the fact that I realized that our pups names would rhyme, that pretty much sealed the deal, eh?  (Kyle’s dog is Zooey).

Le sigh.  So no pug.  For now.  But I think I’ve realized that I can’t wait until I’m done with school, so the wheels have been set in motion.  Not to mention that Joey’s picture is still the background on my Droid…. And the screensaver on Kyle’s iPhone (that I put on there, but that’s neither here nor there).

Why you no adopt me Jerbear?

Interesting Fun Fact

So here's an interesting fun fact about me for you on a Friday.  Friday... yayzies!  If you follow me on twitter, you may notice that I love pugs and their adorable little faces.  I want one.  Badly.  But live in an apartment and will for awhile... aka, until I have money to not live in an apartment, aka, potentially forever.

While watching Lost the other night, I saw a link to Pug Partners of Nebraska and started perusing the pups on there. 

Immediately, I wanted one.  Perhaps two.  Yes, definitely two.  Porky and Beans?  COME HOME TO JERBEAR NOW.

And then I started reading their descriptions.  And practically started sobbing.  Well, sobbing as much as one can without being disruptive to others that are watching Lost and don't want to be distracted with your pug adopting antics (Kyle). 

Have you ever cried over animals you've never met and their owners that were devastated by giving them up?  Uh yeah... me neither... that'd be weird... :/

 I wanted to get in my car and adopt them all.  Also, immediately.

And then I remembered that I live in apartment, and can't.  So that made me cry a little bit more.

And I blame most of this on the full moon from Monday because it tends to make me lose my mind.

The end..

P.S.  See look at how cute Porky and Beans are.  I mean.... COME ON!

**Disclaimer:  I'm in no way affiliated with Pug Partners,

nor did I receive compensation to post about their business.**

Superhero

After declaring my hatred for the treadmill via dailymile yesterday, I decided I would brave the elements since we were experiencing a heatwave (heatwave=temps above zero..... that's practically swimsuit season!).  When I checked the windchill I realized I was going to freeze my little face off.  Conundrum.  I was complaining to my running buddy, Angie, at our dailymile meet up this weekend that I needed to get a facemask to wear in the cold and she mentioned that she just used her neck warmer over her face when it was cold.  And then I asked what her neck warmer consisted of..... which was a shocking answer:  basically a scarf.  Uh..... I have more scarves than I have clothes.  Clearly I could use one of them over my face!

And I did.

And it was great.

Silly me thought that because it wasn't blizzard temps anymore, the trails would be clear as well.  Wrong.  1-2' snow drifts.  Neat-o.  Instead I did laps around the park.  Laps are a gazillion times better than running in place on the treadmill for an hour.  At times my scarf would whip around in the wind..... and I felt like a superhero.

I iz superhero.

I haz cape!

I love a good LOLCAT reference.  And speaking of kittens I have been wanting a little kitten and an adorable pug sooooooooooo badly lately.  Every time I talk about how cute whittle puggies are I stawt talking in the whittle bitty annoying voice.  I would just wove one so muchhhhhhhhhhh.

How could you not wove that whittle bitty face?!?!?!?!?  WOVE!!!!

And all of my friends have always joked that I will end up the crazy cat lady, and to be honest I don't think that's a terrible future.  I even had a dream that KK brought me an adorable little grey kitten with giant paws and he was so cute and it made me so happy.  The end.  

I do have this theory that the only people that like me (typically) are self-proclaimed cat people.  Just like cats, I'm not very trusting of people and tend to be pretty shy and stand-offish.  However, after you take the time to get to know me, I'm super outgoing and I'm the most lovable person in the world.  Just wike ze whittle kitty faces.

Ok, enough of that.