A One-Pug Iditarod

Dimwitted Mother decided I should go potty on the deck so she wouldn't have to bundle up.

Surely you can't expect me to go when the snow is higher than my naughty bits.

Once safely inside, I unleashed a well deserved verbal assault on Mother.

She then wised up and took me out to a proper potty area where I caught a few flakes on my tongue.

The next morning, I stored some trailmix in my wrinkle and headed out for a one-pug Iditarod.

I used my dainty starfish paws and large talons to maneuver on the ice.

The ice was no match for mother's large paws.

My paws started to get chilly so I took turns placing them on Mother's boot.

Icebergs!

I wanted to re-create the sinking of the Titanic, but Mother and I fought over who got to be Rose.

There's Snow in My Wrinkle, Dear Liza Dear Liza

Mother strapped my smart coat on me and we went on an adventure.

I did a celebratory tuck-and-run to appease the snow Gods.

Writing my name in the snow.

An artsty B&W for my modeling portfolio. Call me if you want to book me, I don't do topless.

Brrrr.

Mother, if you don't let me in I fear I will become a Pugscicle.

Seriously, put down the damn camera and open the door.

Secret Santa Paws

Look what the mailman brought me.

I did the ceremonial tuck-and-run before opening it.

Ooooh...gifties!

I got a super cute picture of my new friends down in California posing with the gifties before sending them.
The goodies. Surely they are all for me and not mother.

Don't mind if I do..

Opening prezzies is hard work.

Good thing mother hasn't cut my nails lately.
The next spokespug for Buddy Biscuits.
I will be the envy of the dog park in my new scarf and shirt (it says "You Had Me at Woof").

Oooh, this one makes noise. I hope it's a cat.

Not a cat, but very fun!

All of our gifties. Thanks, Santa!

President Elect, Stella

My fellow canines, you have barked and the country has listened. As President, I will do everything within my power to uphold the promises I have made during this campaign. To re-cap: platform

My first order of business is to build a wall around this fine nation to keep all felines from gaining entry. Except Pugcats, they will be granted clemency.

I appreciate your continued support as I take this next step towards world domination, er, peace.

Pug Grillz

Stella here. Due to a my pug friend's recent tooth extraction, I have developed a new line of pug "grillz" (that's what the kids are calling them these days). I thought I would model my newest creation.
I am expecting a huge influx of calls to my 800 number, so please be patient as wait times could be lengthy. Order now and I will throw in a retractable wrinkle shank free of charge. Void where prohibited.

Preparing for the Debate

Hello my fellow Canine Americans. I am sitting in the make-up chair awaiting the start of the first presidential debate. I've been thinking about how historical this election truly is. While I am honored to be a part of this monumental event, I must ask the important question: should I go with the red dress, or the blue?

The Dirty Thirty

Mother turns 30 today. I prepared breakfast in bed for her, a lovely medley of kibble and pre-chewed rawhide. Breakfast was accompanied by the latest issue of the AARP magazine which was greeted with a surly look.

Stella in '08

I've decided to officially announce my bid for the presidency. I think you'll find my views on the issues to be honest and morally sound.



"Let Us Out of Our Crates in 2008" I believe in equality and will push for comfort reform - a couch for every pug!




The Issues
Gun control: I propose that all guns should be made from flavor infused rawhide.
Foreign pawlicy: I would declare international peace and demand all citizens of the world work together to clean each other's nose rolls and ears.
World Hunger: No dog shall be without premium kibble.
Economy: Print more money. Buy more stuffies.
Same Sex Marriage: Let every dog sniff who they please.
Immigration: Build walls to keep out all felines.