On the Road Again

Hey there, neighbor. Mom transported a pug fella, "Wimbley" down to Columbus, IN this afternoon. Nice day for a drive, I tell ya what. Here's a pic o' him and his new family:




Now HERE's a shameless plug for KPR (and Subaru):




I don't know 'bout you, but I think Pugs are way perttier than that gal in the shampoo commercial from way back:




Now bein' a Beatles fan, mom 'bout dropped her ovaries when she found this online:



I don't know what a Beatle is. Although I'm pretty sure I've ate one or two in my time.


Anyhoo....that's it for now. It's gonna be a hot one here in Indy this weekend so I better head to the liquor store and stock up on my PBR!


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Girls, Girls, Girls

.....long legs and burgundy lips. Girls, girls, girls......

Oh! Uh, huh, huh.....hey there! Ya caught me jammin' to a little Motley Crew. Ahem. Now I am a gentleman so I guarantee there'll be nothin' 'bout dancin' down on the Sunset Strip in this post!

Anywho......my cousin, Robin, came down from that there Ball State University to visit the folks Friday night. (Said she wanted to meet Molly but I'm pretty sure she just wanted to see me.)


Anyways, here's a nice pic of mom's favorite girls (minus my other cousin, Lily):

Okay, Robin, I know it's "ladies first" but the way to a man's heart is through his stomach! Haven't they taught you ANYTHING at that fancy college???

I tried to make this a shot of just me and Robin but Molly managed to squeeze in. Look at her peekin' out from underneath my what not!

On Sunday, mom had some kinda girly gig for KPR ......a womens expo at the state fairgrounds. Get this....she asked ME if I wanted to go. I said "well, why don't ya just put me in a skirt and call me Nancy?!". Mom took that as a "no", so she packed up Molly and they made a day of it. Mom says Molly was a real hit with the ladies.





Here's Molly hobnobbin' with KPR's president, Amy and her dog, Chip. Watch it there, Chip Dip.....that's my sister you're kissin'!

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The Things We Do for Pugs

Hey, there. Thought I'd get up a little early today - before noon, anyway - and tell ya a bit about mom's transport adventure yesterday. Seems there were seven pugs down in Evanston, Indiana (nearly to Kentucky!) who needed a ride up to Terre Haute. Mom couldn't get any takers for the whole route so she decided to do it herself.

You shoulda seen the ol' girl this week.....runnin' around like her head was on fire and her ass was catchin'. Between makin' phone calls and tryin' to figure out who she could snag crates from, she was makin' dad and me nuts I tell ya what. I offered up mine, but she said it wouldn't fit in her car. (That's what she gets for drivin' a damn Subaru, hippy, tree-hugger car.)

Anyhoo, Molly's worked and her pal Annie lent her some crates so she was all set. Mom says it was a nice drive and she found the place with no problem. Now before ya'll start screamin' "where are the seven pugs???", mom's camera battery died. But she did get a few pics before it croaked.

This here is the St. Meinrad Monastery. St. Meinrad is a little bitty town, I tell ya what. Now I don't know what a monastery is, but mom says it's a place where ya have to act respectful and keep your trap shut. No way I'd last there, I tell ya what.

When she got to the pug lady's house she was greated by George. His mom kept him 'cause "he's a good watch dog".

Pretty nice piece 'o land. Now I'm not one for swimmin' but wouldn't mind hangin' out by this front-yard pond.

This ol' gal, Geneva, gave KPR a jingle 'cause she's been sick with cancer and can't care for all those dogs. She's what mom calls a "backyard breeder". But at least her dogs had good shelter, and it doesn't look like they've missed any meals! Yep, mom says they'll make good pals once they learn "household manners"....whatever that is.

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Well, howdy neighbor.

Welcome to my blog. If you've listened to my mom talk for any more than five minutes in the past two years, you've learned a little about me. But let me bring ya up to speed a bit, uh, to make up for all those times when your eyes glazed over.

I was adopted from the Kentuckiana Pug Rescue on March 3, 2007. My original name was Mac, but my mom has this thing for Hank Hill of Fox's King of the Hill. On her part, it was love at first sight, I tell ya what. Me, I'm pretty easy so I was just happy to sit on her lap in the car. Dang, it was cold that day!

Anyway, she and my dad Scott have been real good to me. Becca, a good ol' Beagle/Springer Spaniel, was nice enough to take to me and show me around the yard. Not that I gave her much choice. I tell ya what, that ol' girl couldn't even take a dump without me bein' right there! Now that she's almost blind, I feel kinda bad for all the times I opened my yap and ruined her squirrel huntin'. But I'm makin' up for it these days by helpin' her walk the fence row.

Then there's Molly. She's our foster pug. That ol' bird is somethin' else.....always stealin' mom's lap, and she snores like a buzz saw! But she's okay. I guess.

Well, time to hit the sack. Next time I'll tell ya more about this "thing" my mom has for Hank Hill. Uh...huh, huh....yeah (red-faced, rubbing back of neck, shuffling paws).....the girl ain't right!


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