Underbite contest

As you probably have noticed, I have a rather pronounced underbite. I wasn't born with one. It just sort of emerged one day! It's quickly become one of my most endearing features. I mean, people stop us in the dog park and comment on it. People post comments on it in my facebook account. So today, my brother Brandon and I had an underbite contest. He was trying to make one, but he didn't even come close! Keep practicing...

Reunited...and it feels so good

For my most loyal followers, you will recall that my first true love was Miss Chelsea Jones. A fair haired, curvaceous Pug, who stole my heart. We had a week long affair when she stayed at my house. We showered together, slept together, ate together, played together. We were a match made in heaven.

Well, life moved on and Chelsea and I have been apart for a few years. Our lives have changed dramatically. We both have new fur siblings and new human siblings. It's been too busy to get together again.

But today, we were reunited once again. Molly and I made the trip down south to see my love. She looked lovely. It will be an afternoon I remember forever.

Chelsea and Bugsy...the couple that pants together stays together

The new siblings, Molly and Yoda

A pug party

Happy Birthday to Me

I'm 4 today. That makes me 28 in dog years. That means I am the same age as my Uncle Randy. I may be a little more grey in the muzzle. My underbite a little more pronounced. My bounce a little less bouncy. But I am still the same sweet Bugg I started out to be. In fact, I think I get better with old age. Like wine. Or an unearthed rawhide!

Bubble Buggs

Man, there are many perks to be a big brother, but I just discovered possibly the best perk...BUBBLES!! Brandon is crazy about bubbles (ba-bulls). He absolutely insists on playing with bubbles whenever we are in the backyard. Ordinarily I would have had to approve of this activity, since the backyard is clearly my territory, but I am willing to overlook this over-site. Bubbles are cool. I am determined to catch one, but they are tricky little suckers. Molly really gets close to catching them, before they float on away. Hopefully, we will have plenty of practice in catching these bubbles this summer...

Hope your Easter was Hoppy!!

Winter Coat

Everyone who has ever been to my house knows that I shed...A LOT!! It's a miracle if you leave the house without Bugg has all over your black pants. Mom had to furminate me last weekend, and although it looks like a lot, it didn't even make a dent! What's a Bugg to do?

Playing Favorites

Since the very beginning, I have been Brandon's favorite. Let's be honest, I am everybody's favorite. I am the laid back, cuddle bugg who gives kisses on demand and just lives to be loved. I have been Brandon's best buddy since he first came home from the hospital. I would be within arms reach everytime he was nursing. I would get right down next to him during tummy time. I was next to him when he crawled for the first time. I insist on sitting in his chair with him when he reads stories at night. I am his right hand man.

But recently, Brandon seems to favor Molly. He is always calling for "Ma-yee." He seeks her out to give her treats or bring her toys. Every morning when he comes into bed with my parents (and us Buggs of course), he lifts the covers to find Molly. What's the deal?! I mean, Molly is basically afraid of Brandon. When he makes a sudden move, she jumps. And how could Brandon perfer her, when she is constantly licking his face?

I have been really down about it. Have I been replaced? So I did some parents.com research: Playing favorites is actually a sign of emotional and cognitive growth. It helps your child explore relationships and intimacy, and assert his independence. In fact, when a child plays favorites, it's a sign that he feels close to you and is secure in your relationship.

Okay, so I will try not to take it personally. I will eagerly wait for the time that I am preferred once again.

Buggs in Toyland

My house has become a virtual daycare center. There are toys everywhere. Trucks, balls, musical instruments, puzzles, and my most favorite...stuffed animals! Now Brandon, I have noticed that you don't really have much affection for the stuffed varieties. You never play with them. And it's as if you are taunting me, by grouping them along the bottom of your toy shelves. I mean, what is a Bugg to do?? They are within my grasp. Just moments away from me gutting the stuffing and ripping them to shreds. Now Brandon, I know you are only 18 months, and you haven't yet mastered the art of sharing, but there is no time like the present. I will be happy to dispose of those un-loved stuffed animals and make more room for your beloved trucks (which incidentally, I also love to destroy!) Scratch my back and I will scratch yours. No really, I could use a back scratch!

Lucky Buggs

Hope you got lucky this St. Patty's day...

Nurse Bugsy

My little brother Brandon has been really sick this week. Ironically, he's sick with the stomach bug--I resent that implication!!! He's been vomiting and all he wants to do is rest and cuddle. No complaints here. I make sure to stick close, just in case he needs anything from me. Sometimes I even sit ON him, just so he's sure to know that I care. I hate to see him sick. I mean, when I have a stomach ache, I just eat some grass. But, Brandon doesn't seem to want to eat anything. Except for an occasional cracker, which I am happy to share every once in a while. Poor sick puppy...