I started this blog to talk about my girls, two pugs, Wrinkles & Sputters, my kids. Since starting my blog we now have adopted two little boy pugs, Mugzee, adopted in October 2009 and Taz the latest addition to our family, adopted May 2010. So if you catch me talking about the girls and boys, or my kids, you’ll know who I mean.
I’m a stay at home Mommy to Wrinkles, Sputters, Mugzee & Taz. In May of 2010, I became a foster Mommy for Southern Nevada Pug Rescue. On a daily basis I may have 5 pugs and 3 kids that I take care of. My great nephew Caiden who is 4, his friend Riley, who is 3, and occasionally her big sister Lexi, who is 9, whenever she is out of school on track break.
I thought this would be a great place for pet parents to talk about their kids. My husband and I talk about our boys and girls all the time, just like most parents talk about their kids! Anyway… I have so much I want to share with you about the things in my life that I love… Pugs, Kids, Fishy’s, Eating, Drinking, Decorating, Travel and just plain living life to the fullest!
I hope while your here you can find something to wag your tail about!
These awesome ladies have rescued over 300 Pugs! Their goal is to never turn away a Pug. So far they have succeeded due to the donations they have receive.
Last night Young, Mugzee and I went to The Soggy Dog for an exclusive after hour event for the Southern Nevada Pug Rescue. We had such a great time! I got to meet some new pugs up for adoption and some alumni pugs with their forever families.
I just can’t say enough about The Soggy Dog and what a great place they have! Their prices are awesome and they carry so many products I can even begin to name them. But the best thing I love about going there is that Tracy, Vera & Jeff are so awesome! Thanks for having us!
Vera of The Soggy Dog
Sair & Jennifer of SNPR
Photo’s courtesy of Saira Chaudry (the good ones) and a few of my own!
Just got this in an email thought it might brighten your day :)
I guess there is controversy on where story actually takes place, but the photo’s and the facts are real, so who cares, it’s wonderful!
In a zoo in California, a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triple tiger cubs. Unfortunately, due to complications in the pregnancy, the cubs were born prematurely and due to their tiny size, died shortly after birth.
The mother tiger started to decline in health, although physically she was fine. The veterinarians felt that the loss of her litter had caused the tigress to fall into a depression. The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate another mother’s cubs, perhaps she would improve.
After checking with many other zoos across the country, the depressing news was that there were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother. The veterinarians decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment. Sometimes a mother of one species will take on the care of a different species. The only “orphans” that could be found quickly were a litter of wiener pigs. The zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in tiger skin and placed the babies around the mother tiger.
Would they become cubs or pork chops????????????? Take a look…….. you won’t believe your eyes!!!!”
The other day when Caiden arrived, his Mom told me he didn’t sleep well, bad dreams. When I asked what about she said “he doesn’t remember”. After she left I asked him what he had dreamed about. He said he had dreamed that those people, strangers, had taken his Mom away.
When I asked Caiden why he hadn’t told his Mom he said “Because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings!” I said “Caiden, dreams are like movies in your head, you can’t help what you dream. You can’t hurt someone’s feelings because of a dream.” “You can tell your Mom, she understands that dreams are just in your head.”
Then I preceded to explain to him that the way you might hurt her feelings would be if you told her you don’t like her shirt or her hair. Caiden thought for a moment and then said “What if I have a dream that I don’t like her hair?” I busted out laughing!
However it reminded me of the dreams I would have when I was a kid. I always had a recurring dream about a GIANT GRIZZLY BEAR chasing me through the woods! I would trip on a tree root and fall, not on my face… I would land flat on my back, facing the bear, horrified, not able to move or scream! The bear standing on his back legs, towering high above me… roaring… his claws stretched out, ready to slice me to shreds!
As I grew older, usually when I was extremely tired, I would have dreams about someone trying to get in my house… I could not wake up, I wanted to yell out for my dad but I couldn’t. It was like I was awake but could not move or speak! Then I would see my Dad walk into my room, in his white briefs and t-shirt, he would look out my window to see what was going on… I was screaming… trying to cry out… begging, PLEASE DAD shake me, wake me up! PLEASE, PLEASE DAD, wake me up! It was so real!
When I would finally manage to get myself awake, it was only for a moment, I was so tired I would fall back asleep. Then the same thing would happen over and over again! It was horrible! Finally one night I got up, out of bed, went out to the kitchen, got a drink of water, walked around a bit. When I went back to bed, I fell fast asleep. I did not have dreams again that night.
Later I started having dreams that I was trying to dial a phone number in an emergency, I could not get through to anybody! Then dreams about walking out of a casino with my friends, falling to the ground on my knees, my eyes would roll back in my head, my friends would just be laughing, ha ha ha, she’s just drunk!
So I decided to study dream analysis and interpretation. I learned how to put my dreams together with events or something that had happened in my life. I finally realized that I had a fear of being helpless!
Once I realized what was going on… BOOM! NO MORE BAD DREAMS! I have never had a bear chase me, a phone not dial out, or my friends not help me. I have never had a dream about being helpless ever again!
I love this, I received it in an email and wanted to forward it to all my friends!
John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say.. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, “If I were any better, I would be twins!”
He was a natural motivator.
If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, “I don’t get it!” “You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?”
He replied… “Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or…you can choose to be in a bad mood … I choose to be in a good mood.”
“Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or…I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.”
“Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or…I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life. ”
“Yeah, right, it’s not that easy,” I protested.
“Yes, it is,” he said. “Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.”
“You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It’s your choice how you live your life.”
I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back. I saw him about six months after the accident.
When I asked him how he was, he replied, “If I were any better, I’d be twins…Wanna see my scars?”
I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.
“The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter,” he replied. “Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or…I could choose to die. I chose to live.”
“Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?” I asked.
He continued… “The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read he’s a dead man. I knew I needed to take action.”
“What did you do?” I asked.
“Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,” said John. “She asked if I was allergic to anything.” “Yes, I replied.” The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, “Gravity!”
Over their laughter, I told them, “I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead!”
He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude… I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully
During the renovations we decided to replace our old brass shower stall with a frameless shower stall. Well let me tell you, I had so many bozo’s come out and give me estimates it was ridiculous! Each one had a different problem, either with the rock or the wood frame or the cultured marble. One company even wanted me to take the measurements myself so that they could give me an estimate over the phone! WHAAAAAAAT!
Then we got turned on to Rich Jones and Tony Woodard of FCG - Full Custom Glass. They are so awesome! You just knew they were professionals from the minute they walked in! There were no problems to them at all. I asked for glass shelves, no problem, hooks, no problem. They took the measurements, made a drawing and look at the fabulous results! These guys can do it all, and not just showers… windows, mirrors, counters, backsplashes! Custom glass for less! These guys are young and innovative! They have been working with glass for 20 years and just celebrated their one year anniversary in business yesterday! I just can’t say enough about them!
Congratulations Full Custom Glass on your 1st Anniversay, wishing you many years of success!
I remember as a kid going with my Dad to the fireworks stand. It was one of many that would pop up all over the city in various parking lots, usually grocery and convenience stores. Oh and yes, you can sell “safe and sane” fireworks in a gas station parking lot! Scratching my head on that one, what a show that would be!
He would buy a small assortment of fireworks, fountains, snakes, poppers, smokers and of course sparklers.
Ah Sparklers, deemed the proverbial “safe” firework for children. I remember that even though I was fasinated by them, I was also scared of them. After all it was a hot rod on fire in my hand. The sparks would feel hot landing on my hand and feet.
It wasn’t until I was an adult that I realized just how dangeous they are. Did you know that sparklers burn at temperatures of approximately 2,000°F!
Caiden knows, because when he was just 2 years old, the hot tip of the rod fell off the sparkler and landed right on the top of his foot. He had a nasty burn that took forever to heal.
I hope you have a great 4th of July weekend, eat lots of good groceries, enjoy time with friends and family. Please BE SAFE!
I am so ticked off! Someone that I know is now getting rid of a second dog in the short period of time that I have known them, a little over a year. The first one was because it wouldn’t get along with their other dog. The second one, which they got as a puppy, because they have always LOVED (blah, blah, blah) that breed and has always wanted one! Obviously you didn’t love them enough to find out what it would entail!
So now they have realized that the dog is going to be big, to strong, eats to much, oh yah and can’t stay outside in the heat (HELLO… no dog should live in 110 degree heat) while your at work. OH! AND HELLO did you not realize that a PUPPY REQUIRES TRAINING, a lot of hard work to get them where you want them to be! These were the excuses given.
Ok people here is what I want to express to you. DO YOUR HOMEWORK!Don’t get a dog (any pet) because you saw it in a movie or at a pet store and they are so cute, or what ever!
Any animal that you bring into your home is a life time commitment! It’s that simple! Would you get rid of one of your kids just because they don’t fit in or got to big or whatever!
I do realize that sometimes there are circumstances that are beyond our control. The economy has taken a toll on all of us, sometimes you can’t afford their medical care, or you are about to lose your home, or you have medical problems.
Whatever the circumstance is that is beyond your control, surrender your dog (pet) to the appropriate organization. It is an unselfish act for the love of your pet. The organization will understand and will see that they get the proper medical attention and are placed in a loving home. DO NOT TAKE THEM TO THE POUND… PLEASE, I AM BEGGING YOU!
As you know I feel very strongly about adoption. I did not know about rescue when I got my girls almost 9 years ago, but I do now. Whether you want a puppy or a mature dog, DO YOUR HOMEWORK! Go online study the breed, find out how they will fit into your family. Do they need a lot of exercise, do they require a lot of medical attention, how much do they eat.
Just because they are cute right now does not mean you are going to like them when all of a sudden they weigh 150 lbs and are eating you out of house and home. DO YOUR HOMEWORK, PLEASE!
I am going to say that 95% of the dogs in the pound or in rescue are there because someone did not understand what it was going to take to have this dog in there life.
As I have said, there are the unselfish people that can no longer take care of their animals for circumstances beyond their control, this is understandable. But when you get a pet and 6 months down the road you realize it is just not going to work out because you didn’t realize what it entaled, that is just not acceptable! I’m sorry it is irresponsible and not only have you “NOT DONE YOUR HOMEWORK”, but you have not committed, what are teaching your children?
I realize that we all make mistakes in our lives, but we learn from our mistakes. As far as I am concerned this rule should apply to everything we do in life, whether it be buying a Car, TV, Pet… if you DO YOUR HOMEWORK, you will have the tools you need.
*** FOUND *** The lost foster pug in Phoenix, Arizona was FOUND!!!!! Thank you for spreading the word.
Arizona Pug Adoption and Rescue Network Hi, I’m Cleo, and foster mom tells me I am a bit of a celebrity! I wanted to personally thank everyone for all your prayers and for your help getting me home. What an adventure it has been…but not one I ever care to repeat! The last few days are a bit of a blur, but let me see if I can fill you in a bit.
My brother Sunny and I went for a ride Saturday morning, and we met some nice APARN volunteers, who brushed our fur, put harnesses and tags on us, and took us for another ride. We went to a house where there were some other dogs and the volunteers told us to be good pugs and left. My brother Sunny is blind, and I guess one of the resident dogs … See Morebumped into him and Sunny thought he was being attacked, so he growled, and of course that made the other dog grab his ear!
Well, I saw the front door open, so I ran to get help for Sunny! I thought maybe the APARN volunteers were outside, so I just ran and ran and ran, trying to find them! One of the boys that was at the house tried to chase me on a bicycle, but I didn’t have time to play with him, I had to get help!
It was pretty hot out, so I stopped and rested for a bit in the shade. Then I remembered I was getting help for Sunny, but now I realized I didn’t know how to get back to him! I’m not really sure what happened next. I saw lots of people and other dogs as I traveled throught the neighborhoods. I don’t know if someone took me inside their house and took my harness off, or if I dreamed that. I must have slept a lot over the next two days, as it was too hot to go very far while the sun was out.
And I guess I must have ran through some road construction or something, as I got sticky black tar all over my left front leg and it splattered all over my nice pretty fur. I realized I was lost. Lost from my brother and lost from APARN, and it was not a good feeling to be lost with no harness and tags!
Tuesday afternoon I found a quiet porch where I could lie under some chairs to rest in the shade. It was about 3pm when I saw the US Mail Carrier come to the house. Now here is where you will see how famous I am - she knew my name! She called out “Cleo” and I stood up, but instead of coming to play with me, she had to make a phone call. So I sat back down. But a few minutes later, another lady came and called my name, and scooped me up, took my pictuer and rushed me to a shop nearby, where she gave me a bath and held me, then let me sit under her desk.
Soon, I heard a familiar voice, and I looked up, and it was the first APARN volunteer! She had something she called a scanner, and after waving it over my back, she said, “You are definitely Cleo, that is your chip number!” I tell you, humans are a little confusing - She said she was sooo happy to see me, but she was crying! After a little drive, she took me into her house, and said she had a surprise for me, and all of a sudden, I saw Sunny! I ran over to him, with my tail curled so tight and wagging so fast, and I saw his was also curled up tight and wagging fast! We were so excited to be back together! It was like a miracle had happened!
Foster mom said the Angels were watching over me while I was on my own. She said I was found on the 1900 block of Palm Lane, and everyone was amazed that I had made it across 16th Street. (I looked both ways first, and crossed with the light!) I am so happy that the Mail Carrier (a nice lady named Perla) called to say she saw me! I never would have gotten back to Sunny without her. And he needs me! Also, I hear that a lot of people went out looking for me every day, and posted flyers about me, and said lots of prayers for me. I am so touched that everyone cared so much about getting one little pug back safely to her brother.
Sunday, July 25, 2010 
;)
Diana Leonard
Well, I saw the front door open, so I ran to get help for Sunny! I thought maybe the APARN volunteers were outside, so I just ran and ran and ran, trying to find them! One of the boys that was at the house tried to chase me on a bicycle, but I didn’t have time to play with him, I had to get help!
It was pretty hot out, so I stopped and rested for a bit in the shade. Then I remembered I was getting help for Sunny, but now I realized I didn’t know how to get back to him! I’m not really sure what happened next. I saw lots of people and other dogs as I traveled throught the neighborhoods. I don’t know if someone took me inside their house and took my harness off, or if I dreamed that. I must have slept a lot over the next two days, as it was too hot to go very far while the sun was out.
And I guess I must have ran through some road construction or something, as I got sticky black tar all over my left front leg and it splattered all over my nice pretty fur. I realized I was lost. Lost from my brother and lost from APARN, and it was not a good feeling to be lost with no harness and tags!
Tuesday afternoon I found a quiet porch where I could lie under some chairs to rest in the shade. It was about 3pm when I saw the US Mail Carrier come to the house. Now here is where you will see how famous I am - she knew my name! She called out “Cleo” and I stood up, but instead of coming to play with me, she had to make a phone call. So I sat back down. But a few minutes later, another lady came and called my name, and scooped me up, took my pictuer and rushed me to a shop nearby, where she gave me a bath and held me, then let me sit under her desk.
Soon, I heard a familiar voice, and I looked up, and it was the first APARN volunteer! She had something she called a scanner, and after waving it over my back, she said, “You are definitely Cleo, that is your chip number!” I tell you, humans are a little confusing - She said she was sooo happy to see me, but she was crying! After a little drive, she took me into her house, and said she had a surprise for me, and all of a sudden, I saw Sunny! I ran over to him, with my tail curled so tight and wagging so fast, and I saw his was also curled up tight and wagging fast! We were so excited to be back together! It was like a miracle had happened!
Foster mom said the Angels were watching over me while I was on my own. She said I was found on the 1900 block of Palm Lane, and everyone was amazed that I had made it across 16th Street. (I looked both ways first, and crossed with the light!) I am so happy that the Mail Carrier (a nice lady named Perla) called to say she saw me! I never would have gotten back to Sunny without her. And he needs me! Also, I hear that a lot of people went out looking for me every day, and posted flyers about me, and said lots of prayers for me. I am so touched that everyone cared so much about getting one little pug back safely to her brother.
Love, Cleo