Pugs As Heart-Warmers

I've noticed different sides to the people I work with.

There's my boss who is generally pretty stoic and mono-syllabic (the one who brought Duffy in the other week) will squat down and give Coco a little hug when no one else is about.

There's our production guy who is usually fairly quiet but he'll gladly play ball with Coco.

And the latest shocker was seeing our company's owner (female) who, in my eyes, kind of channels an Anna Wintour icyness, actually kneel down this morning to play with Coco and coo over her adorableness.

Colour me stunned!

Also - just found this interesting thread on PugVillage about telling how relaxed your pug is by the way it sleeps - interesting stuff!

Silly Question.

Last night, as I was avidly browsing Fifi Fashions for some fabulous winter-warmwear for Coco, Kien-sen asked me "why don't I ever see other dogs wearing clothes?"

...To which I had to roll my eyes and say "because they're obviously not cute enough to get away with it".

Pugs are just made for outfitting, especially given their inclination to not deal well in hot and more importantly cold weather and so they actually pretty much have to go out in clothes when it's single digit celcius outside.

Plus she'll look shockingly adorable.

Relieved.

Today marked our third trip to the vets in the space of the four weeks we've had Coco...her belly just was not right and she was out of sorts all day so I took her in and three jabs and a thermometer up the butt and she's on the mend - yay! My mind is at rest =)

She's finally sleeping on my lap (she seems to have gotten clingy to me since her dodgy belly started, as she usually sleeps on my Mum in the evenings) after almost 3 hours of hyperactivity. Loco Coco is back...and I'm SO glad for it. Assuming she doesn't yak up her tablespoon of boiled rice and chicken dinner.

Having Coco seems to be a preview into what parenting will be like, especially after the first bout of ill-health that she's experienced whilst in my care. I will most likely be concerned over every little thing, be on edge in the night for any sounds / lack of sounds and possibly get a bit focused on the lil one(s) for a while.

There's been a bit of adjustment for KS and I as we've never had this much responsibility before! I'm glad of it as I look forward to sharing our life with my gorgeous girl...though I had the feeling, over the weekend, that it was all kind of testing KS's patience. And I thought I was going to be the uneasy parent.

Cuteness Personified...With Proof!

In her only bit of clothing (thus far) which dearly needs to be added to as it's getting chilly in the UK. Growing girl though, I swear she's lengthened in body by an inch in the past 10 days.














It's so chilly that she needs to wear these lovely socks my Godmother bought for her in Hong Kong. Hehe I joke, she'll only wear them if I put them on her when she's fast asleep and she pulls them off once she realises she can't move her feet quite as usual.

















Apres breakfast of kibble and a teaspoon of non-fat organic pro-biotic yoghurt. Oh the mess!!

But in other news, I hope she gets back to normal soon as for the past few nights, I've had crappy sleep from worrying myself to tears as she's been squitty overnight. Poor thing. But she seems to be better today (active, playful and always with appetite)so here's hoping she's more robust than I am.

Things I Can't Wear With Coco...

From spending most of my time with Miss Coco, I've found that I have to (hopefully temporarily) say goodbye to wearing:

- Heels (she prances about when we go walking, cannot abide the thought of heeling her little paws)

- or any pretty shoes for that matter as she chews leather and laces.

- Skirts, and therefore, tights (pawing + tights = ladders. pawing + skirts = hideous scratches)

- Necklaces (biteable)

- Anything with pom-poms

- Anything with a belt

- Anything with fuzzy furryness (e.g. Uggs)

- Cashmere (the girl go NUTS for the feel of it wodged in her mouth)

...thinking about it, I can only safely wear my old ballet pumps, jeans and a hoody and not worry about her tearing holes or scratching up or pulling out stitches of my clothes. Sometimes I can just be wearing a t-shirt and she'll bite through the material and OWW!!!

Coco-less

It's the first time at work without Coco (she's playing 'therapy dog' to my still-in-a-leg-cast Mum). I miss her.

Her 'office / travel' crate has arrived. After a bit of a kerfuffle with the stupid frame, I finally managed to snap the top bars into line and it's sitting there all set up and woefully Coco-less under my desk. Looking at it now, I kind of think that her home crate is way too big, given that her new one fits under my desk nicely and she can twirl about in there as she likes. Her one at home seems to be double the size, she could probably tire herself out in from running about in it...Oops!

Ordered her little crate from www.petplanet.co.uk, cheaper than the Pet Gear one at home, same sort of quality (though I guess letting Coco attack it will be the true test) and also with free delivery (as it was over the requisite £30 for free delivery after my little shop.) Also ordered her a nice little harness that will hopefully stop her from making those awful gaggy snort sounds every time we try to tug her away from closely inspecting pebbles, poo and snails. Fast service, only got dispatched yesterday afternoon!

Like how I came in today and my colleague said he missed Duffy...What about my loco Coco?!

My Boss Is Awesome

...Not only did he give me the all clear to get Coco, he actually brought in his friend's 2.5 year old (neutered!) boy Duffy. I came into the office today to be greeted by my bossman pointing to the end of the corridor where the most adorably sweet-mannered boypug was waiting for Coco...and then she jumped up at him.


Ray (her breeder) did mention that she was the bully of her seven littermates but I haven't actually seen her properly interact with another dog, let alone another pug to play with yet. She can certainly hold her own!! Apparently, after some frantic reading on PugVillage as to what to do when pugs fight (she's jumping up on his gorgeous face and biting his ears....) girls are more likely to start fights.


PV's LuvBean25 very aptly said "they don't call them bitches for no reason"!!

I Was Having A Bad Day....

Coco woke me up at 6am.
Left the house at 7:15 to get 7:33 train to work.
7:33 train was cancelled so had to wait to get 7:50 train.
7:50 train got diverted due to fire at Brixton.
8:10 jumped off at Beckenham Hill after a horrifying moment when I realised I'd left my train pass and Oyster card in my coat pocket from yesterday.
Train delays meant the 8:15 train back to Orpington was delayed till 8:30.
9:10 got back home in a huff.
9:33 got train to London.

AN HOUR AND A HALF LATE to work. And through it all my little Coco was happily snoozing hahaha...If she hadn't been with me, I know I'd have been a whole lot more stressed but having her to cuddle and watch as she just huddled up to me was soppily heart-warming (on this cold and grey day).

Coco Meets Other Pugs

Our girl is a feisty one. The last time she met a neighbouring dog (at the office), despite his being 3 times her size and double her height, she still managed to scare him off (so he now runs away from her) by jumping up at him.

Today she met the other two pugs on the estate - and boy was she put in place! James, the owner has a 4 year old black pug and a younger fawn and I think the fact that she had two much larger fellow pugs being VERY interested in her, she was reduced to lying flat on the floor and trying to run under my legs!

Bless her cottons. We had to laugh as the boy pug Stanley essentially nudged Coco over on her back and begun to snuffle at her belly. No barks or whines - just intense looks of "BEHAVE" from her elders hehe....and ever since then she's been docile as a...well a sleepy Pug.

If I'd had my phone on me, I'd have taken pics of them frolicking together as it was so funny. I'm also mildy scared by the fact that she'll end up being about 3-4 times bigger than she is now - how ever will I carry her in my arms?

Then again - if Jessica Alba can manage to wander about holding her mahoosive pug, I'm sure I can manage to hold mine.

PS - I don't want to gripe but I am absolutely loathing the people on the street who think they have the automatic right to stop Coco when I'm trying to get her to walk properly / concentrate on toileting (c'mon you know how hard it can be!) to play with her, or get her excited by wiggling fingers in her face. I shot such a dirty look at a couple earlier who went to each other :

Woman: "Oh look at the little pug!"
Man: "Aww - do you want to stop and pet it?"

...I was like - errm yes she is amazingly cute but who the F**K do you think you are to ask your girlfriend if she wants to touch someone elses pug. Not even a "May I pet your puppy?" just an assumption that they can. I am incredibly crabby over such incidences as I feel that it's invading our personal space. One would not expect another person to go petting one's child, so why any different for a puppy? ARGH!!