You’re doing it wrong

Have you ever seen the movie “Mr. Mom”? The kids keep looking at Jack and saying “you’re doing it wrong!” Well, I feel like Buddy and Brutus keep doing that to me. But we’re getting settled into the daily routine of pug care.

We went to bed about 11:30 last night, and sleeping with two pugs is an experience. I’m used to my dalmatian who used to sleep in my bed. But these two are completely different creatures. Once I turned out the lights, they decided that it was time to play. I had to cuddle one and hold the other away at arm’s length to get them to settle down. After that, they were fine.

Buddy woke me up about 6:30 this morning being restless. We immediately went outside and he had to pee. GOOD BUDDY! Brutus did the same. I don’t mind getting up if it means not having to clean up puppy pee. I was hoping they’d let me go back to sleep after that. No such luck. It appears that we came in too early because both pugs had to poop as well. After this, I was hoping we could go back to bed. Brutus was fine but Buddy wanted to play. I tried to lie back down, but it was no such luck. I heard Buddy starting to dig at the bed and found he was chewing on the comforter and had some little pieces of cotton. I’m going to have to sew that back up. After that, we got up and started the day.

About 8:00, we went for a walk on the beach. I wanted to take them out before it got warm outside. They did really well. I’m still not sure I’m ready to let them loose on the beach, though. I’m not so worried about Brutus. It’s Buddy that I’m afraid will run off.

One of the nice things about a long walk is that you get about an hour of peace and quiet when you come back because the dogs are exhausted.

Bunnies are doing fine. I need to clean the pen and change the litter box today or tomorrow.

Beth and Paul can relax. The aminals are doing just fine. If Buddy tears at the comforter again, they might come home to one less pug and one more rug in the house. I’m joking, of course.