I guess she thinks they're terrible dancers

One of my guilty pleasures is the show 'So You Think You Can Dance'.  I love watching this show -- the kids are so talented; the amazing things they can do with their bodies is almost unbelievable.  It is, however, all wrapped up in a audience-voting-and-judging format, which I am not a big fan of.  

I tell you what Deedee cannot stand about this show.  The dancing.  Don't get me wrong, she still has loud opinions on the music selection, and she has a particular verbal beef with the bright flashing lights.  But she HATES the dancing.  

Funny puglet.

It's official. Deedee...

is crazy loves the vet's. Now, I knew something was up when she started to pull me into our vet's office everytime we visited.  And when she got practically giddy when we went to her eye vet.  Or when she pranced happily around the dermatologist vet's office, when she wasn't even the patient.

Well, the other day she went to go see her dentist vet.  She'd never even been to this office before, and somehow she knew.  She lunged for the door, hauled me in, yanked herself loose from my grasp and proceeded to fly like a furry black cannonball all around the office, assaulting anyone she could find with kisses.  Presumably in the hope for treats.

She was richly rewarded.

Deedee, waiting for someone to arrive and start examining her giving her love and treats

mama do u think they forgot about us?

Cleo is fervently hoping we've been forgotten, even though she's not the patient

Deedee has found a new chew toy

and his name is Giblet.

what manner of hairless wonder is this? a super-shaved pug? an animated squeaker toy?

i taste pureed peaches and oatmeal! it's a walking buffet!

Someday, you two will be best of friends.  Hopefully.  At least maybe not terrorize each other. too much.

Carwash pugs

The car was filthy.  The pugs were filthy.  Grooming day! 

Weirdly, the pugs love the carwash now.  They used to bark at everything like banshees, but now they just hang out and take it all in.

the sprayers used to make the pugs completely bonkers

mama u totally exaggerate. we r super calm non-excitable pugs

Cleo is just a little bit lighter

After a day of teeth-gnashing and nail-biting, I had my Cleo back in my arms.  Minus 3 pesky mast cell tumors -- 2 on her thigh, one on her chest.  Our wonderful vet removed them with the tiniest of incisions.  Cleo barely seemed to notice.

it still kills me that she has stitches

Oh, wait.  How could I fail to mention the pug that woke me in the middle of the night, whining?  little pathetic noises broke my heart.  I thought she was in pain.  As I went to her, she jumped off of the bed, ran to the water bowl, and drank it dry.  Then came back to bed and settled in happily to go back to sleep.  One wonders why she felt the need to be so vocal about being thirsty.

i felt u should know in case u wanted to carry me to the water bowl

Another full-body shave for Cleo

We found a couple more small mast cell tumors on Cleo.  Instead of hysterically consulting vet specialists all over the tri-county area, this time I very calmly rung up our vet to schedule surgery.  This time, instead of having to go under general anesthesia, Cleo will have the little suckers removed under local anesthesia.  Makes me feel better because my baby girl isn't a baby, anymore, and I don't like the risks of anesthesia.

Annndd, Cleo got herself another full-body shave.  Turns out our groomer hasn't had this request since, well, the last time I asked her to do it.  Funny.  It's so becoming.

shave AND a bandanna!

It's amazing to see how much fur makes the pug.  

Because without any fur, let's face it, a pug is really just a goat.

And, yes, those are more spots.  Some of them are scars from her last surgery, but I found at least 5 more nodules.

the most pathetic thing about the shave is her little rat-tail

Luckily it's summer, because she's prone to the shivers without her fur coat.  No matter.  She gets to wear cashmere day-in and day-out, now.

Rest up, little girl.  You have a big day tomorrow.

Pugs are not allowed on the furniture

Wildly unfair, but true.  Actually, no one at this posh restaurant told us, 'No Pugs Allowed', but since I did want a repeat invitation, I kept the beggars on the ground.

dada i am dying

Well, I don't think I need to tell you that the Weak Link amongst us (otherwise known as the husband) totally caved, and ended up with 2 pugs on the lap by the end of dinner.  I can only hope the restaurant has a short memory and allows us back in the door.