It must have been puking dog day. I came home from work and my 90 pound boxer had thrown up once on the rug, and twice outside. I always appreciate it when he makes it outside. He's fine too. Unfortunately, the big dopey dog has allergies, and this time of the year is rough on him. Some days the benadryl doesn't sit well on his tummy.

I remember I took my pug to the vet early one morning to get a deformity he had fixed. He was born with one ball inside his belly and they had to "dig" it out.

Anyways I arrive early, walk my pug outside in the beautiful green grass. We spent a good 10 minutes outside.

As soon as they open the vet doors we walk in. He sniffs around, and decides to take the BIGGEST SHIT on the only & tiny piece of carpet they had there. Everything was tile except a tiny, tiny carpet.

After the shit, satisfied with himself he decides to piss on the dog cardboard cutouts advertising flea medication.

My favorite throw up story is I had a bichon-frise that ate......a whole fucking blackberry pie, chocolates & an olive garden dinner. Not to mention he had his daily visit of eating all of my neighbors cat food.

Anyways he threw up nothing but liquid out of his ass all over my parents nicely expensively furnished living room. I've never seen him be so sorry for eating so much in his life.

My little geriatric puppy likes to throw up right on the ONLY carpet in a house full of tile. I'd be mad if it wasn't for the fact that he's 13 years old and his kidneys are starting to go.
Poor guy.

... but she also knows Gregg is a big pushover, and she once pooped in his suitcase when he was packing ...

Do you suppose she did that on purpose, knowing that "packing" equals "going away" equals "angry, lonely doggie?" Or do dogs think along those lines? No having had a dog, I wouldn't know.

I have always loved the shit out of Ppen, and now I discover she's a fellow pug person. That explains a lot!

My sweet little old pug lady Holly is about eleven years old - she was a rescue so I don't know exactly. She's still quite feisty and active, and experiencing no health problems.

Her "boyfriend" Higgins, a sweet twelve-year-old pug gentleman who I am babysitting for the next four days, is a different story. He's diabetic, blind, gets gunky eyes and yeast in one ear, has to have insulin twice a day, and moves around like his legs don't bend anymore. But he loves to snuggle up between Holly and me. This morning he was lying between us, with my arm around him and Holly's chin resting on his shoulder.

Bless their fuzzy hearts.

Why thanks Amy!

Although I must say, if you're going to keep a dog on your lap a lot, you made a wise choice with the teacup-sized Lucy.

Holly wants to be on my lap all the time, too, but since she is basically a 22-pound, cookie-jar-shaped bag of sand, she has the tendency to make my legs go numb. So I have to set her on the floor until circulation returns, during which time she paws at the side of my chair and makes epic tragic faces at me.

I'm going to work on that sling idea.

I know for a fact that dogs have a sense of humor. My dog Wally (about 100 pounds) loves to swim in anything, especially the lake. As soon as he gets out, soaking wet, he immediately runs up to (usually me) and shakes it all off, then runs straight back into the water.

The one time he has ever gotten sick in the house was when he puked up a barely digested chipmonk swallowed whole.

And about twenty years ago we had an Irish Setter (worst dog I've ever owned - dumb as a rock.) We came home to poop and vomit and what appeared to be hundreds of long worms in both. We scooped it up, ran him to the emergency room, and found out the next day he had gotten into a box of uncooked spaghetti noodles.

Gee, it's a wonder you guys learn anything. If you don't go for the carpet, you get backsplash on your hindparts or snout, which can be a big turnoff for the ladies after it dries.

I'm surprised I have to explain these things.

He sniffs around, and decides to take the BIGGEST SHIT on the only & tiny piece of carpet they had there.

I had to laugh at that. When my mom's previous dog was a pup, and the first time I was visiting, I was packing to head back home when she came up to my room, and she made a bee line to the closet. Curious I looked to see what she was doing: taking a dump in an old sneaker of mine in the closet.

I dunno, maybe she was marking my scent?

Maybe your shoe smelled worse to her!

PS- Amy.It was about the scariest and grossest thing I ever experienced. At first even the vet was baffled.

Not long after we got him 6 months ago, our Doxie decided to gorge himself on "treats" from the kitty litter box. As soon as it was good and liquified in his tummy, he went upstairs, got smack under the middle of my daughters queen sized bed, and puked it up all over the carpet. The absolute hardest place to clean in the house. Brilliant.

I was going to put this under the LinkMe post, but figured it was just as appropriate here. Saw this link at the Fortean Times web site: How is a Spanish town is handling the public dog dropping problem? Why, they're mailing the stuff home.

How nice to hear some puggy affection on the Advice Goddess's site! My ex and I had a pair (neutered bro & sis from a litter with the sis being the runt thereof). I hadn't had any experience with them before but I'm a total convert after having lived with the little love balls.
I feel lucky though as a lot of folks talk about stinky their pugs are and ours were never farters. Well, no more than any other dog I suppose.

Everyone should have a chance to spend some time with a pug at least once in a lifetime.

Any dog less than 50 pounds is a cat.

And cats are useless.

~~ Ron Swanson ~~

It seems to me the world is divided into three groups- cat lovers, small dog lovers and people who love dogs that can survive World War Three. I had an Akita named "Ape" who was a terror, got porcupined more times than I want to remember, but was the sweetest, most protective dog you could ask for. I never had a thought of burglary or harm whilst that dog was alive.

We came home one day to find an unexpected county assessor trapped in our pump house. Ape would howl whenever "Paradise City" came on, two or three seconds after the first guitar note. We have a photo of him stealing a bottle of vodka we had placed in the snow during a party.

RIP Ape. If God asked me who I would want to attend my funeral party, it would be mostly attended by the dogs in my life. How cool would that be, to wrestle on the floor with all the dogs you have loved?

Amy, my daughter has always shared popsicles and suckers with our dogs. She's now 22 and still shares with her "brother."

The vet did say it's remarkable she's this old and doing as not-terribly as she is.
My lab-shepherd mix is over 12 now and is similarly doing far better then most. I even found out (not due to symptoms, due to liver tests required to put her on meds for arthritis) that she has a tumor in her liver. Based on growth (bad spot for actual biopsy and surgery would be too hard on her) a few months ago, probably cancer. But she still goes nuts jumping around a bit and wants to walk 2x a day, so as long as she's up for that, and doesn't seem to be suffering from it, I know she's ok.

She sleeps most of the rest of the time too, of course.

And about twenty years ago we had an Irish Setter (worst dog I've ever owned - dumb as a rock.)

My sister had a Rhodesian Ridgeback that was the dumbest dog I've ever seen. This dog once licked the inside of the oven (I think she just barely touched the hot rack) at my parents house (family get together, too much going on so no one saw her getting close). She yelped a ton, ran around.. was ok after a few minutes (and some water). A few minutes later she came back and did it again! When she was on her way for the 3rd time, my dad had to drag her out of the kitchen and put her outside.

That dog was something like 85lb of solid muscle too. She was a sweet dog, but did not learn a damn thing really.

ALRIGHT, MIGUELTOSD IS OK WITH ME. My dog Hoggle ( a Leonburger rescue ) did the exact same thing. We are sitting there with a fire in the woodstove, and he just walked up to it and licked the glass! I don't think he did it twice or three times though.

~ fucker died of bone cancer. I loved that dog.)

I am NOT a small dog girl. I am more a cat person in general, but I love really big dogs. Don't ask me how I ended up with a mini doxie, I have no idea. He's a spoiled little pain but the kids adore him.

When I was about 4 or 5 my Dad (think Lee Marvin with an English accent) brought home a dachshund he found behind the store that had been set on fire. He became Oscar, who we had for many years, and had a great personality. (the dog, btw.)

Maybe the funniest thing I ever saw in person was Oscar running through the doggie door on a back porch screen, and doing a 180 into the adjoining wall.

When he got older his weiner drag on the ground, and I always thought "that must hurt."

Sorry all- I have a lot of history with dogs. This is much more personal that what we normally discuss.

Pirate Jo I adore you too. I've always loved reading your puggie stories.

My favorite pug story of all time?

My mom's pug didn't know the concept of stranger. His favorite people in the world were.....sales women. He would always escape to follow them door to door until I would go outside and yell "YO PUG THOSE ARE STRANGERS! Get your butt back here"

He would then get an "Aha!" moment, and yes realize that those are strangers and come back home.

He also loved the pizza delivery guy, and always would escape to .....wait patiently inside the mans car.....

His favorite pass time was shredding grass while walking backwards. People would slow down their cars just to laugh.

"Dog breath is so cute, especially in a 3-lb animal."

Puppies. My favorite smell in the whole world.

My pit bull got sick out both ends in the middle of the night after getting in the trash earlier. We had just put in new carpet in the whole house. He got sick in the bath tub and just went back to sleep. When we woke up the next morning he acted as if he had done something terrible. I was beyond thrilled. People always say their dogs are a lot like themselves, but this confirmed my dog was as much as a neat freak as I am.

I give my dog coconut oil too - she loves it and will lick it off a spoon, out of my hand, however I give it to her.
She was always healthy but now she just gleams: coat, eyes, nose, everything shines.

She's a 4-way mix, according to the DNA test. German Shepherd
Aussie Shepherd
American Staffie
Rottweiler