Merrylog

The princess and I got a super-duper cool dog bed for an upcoming review, and she very much wants to unpack it now and start using it. Which I understand completely – bed’s gorgeous, I can’t wait to start using it – but we have to shoot it first, little girl, before you get your muddy paws all over it and 100 pounds of shed dog hair all over it. And the shoot’s not scheduled for another week or two at least. Be patient, little one! :)

We still have great fun playing, even though it’s mostly indoors these days since she loses the ball less often. I love how excited she gets, and to heck with whether she can see or not. :)

Every time I put this hoodie on her it makes me laugh. Mostly because the princess couldn’t be a bad ass if she tried. ;) It’s so cute on the pug it makes me want to just hug her all up.

The princess and I have had fun playing at the park this week now that spring has taken full hold of the city. She so loves to play outdoors. Make sure you get outdoors this weekend, too – enjoy the sunshine!

All decked out in one of her blingiest coats, the gold with rhinestone accents (and sliding rhinestone letters along the back, too) and the matching leash. As you can imagine, sweetie girl gets a LOT of attention on the street when she’s wearing this outfit. And oooh is she a ham while wearing it. :)

During the two-week spring we seem to have in Toronto, I’m making sure the puglet gets out and about in all of her glorious hoodies and jumpsuits. This blingy DIVA suit is one of my favorites.

The princess pug, butt perched as it ever is on something higher than her front (what is it with that, anyway?). She’s wondering why I’m asking her if she wants a piece of cheese. Or more accurately, she’s wondering why I even need to ask. Seriously. C’mon. It’s cheese, for barking out loud.

Come on, it made you laugh. :)

One thing about a pooch that’s going blind: you get to retrain and learn new commands. Merry’s learning new words to handle the stairs, as you all know, but also words to stop her in her tracks (when she’s heading towards something that might hurt her), words to help her when crossing the street, and more. She’s also getting a lot more practice these days for words she already knows – “back up”, for example, has become invaluable when she’s heading towards something she’ll knock into and she freezes up or hesitates. She gets lots of praise when she’s done well, a re-affirmation of the command (“Good street, Merry!”) and, often, a wee snack to reinforce what she’s done right.

If you’ve never owned a pug but are considering it, allow me to give you a piece of advice: learn to love neutral colors in your home (especially if you’re a bit of a neat freak). Tans and taupes and creams and ivories have saved my life lo, these past nearly seven years (can you believe it’s been that long?).

Now, my friends would have you believe that I decorated the house in neutrals first and then went shopping for a dog that would match the house, but they’re wrong, wrong I tell you, because that would be crazy and possibly slightly OC and who me? Never.

A pug that matches the house just means that the inevitable crazy shedding that comes with pugs won’t drive you ’round the bend with visible hairs coating every surface. Trust me. My last place had dark wood floors and, as much as I loooooved them, they showed every single hair in technicolor. Literally two seconds after cleaning the floor, it had pug hair all over it again.

That said, I do love the little sheddy tumbleweed girl. :)