Crazy week ahead

Noodles had an awesome idea about 100 Happy Things. We are totally stealing that idea. We think we are going to split it up and do some every month. Starting next month. 

Things are upside down here. Mom is leaving us, for the first time ever. 

We've never been apart for more than a few hours. 

What? You're leaving? Without us?

Our aunt Mandy is going to be in the hospital next week, and mom needs to be there. With the short notice, mom couldn't take off enough time to drive there and back. Plus, she'll be at the hospital all the time, leaving us alone anyway. 

So we get to have sleep overs with some friends. Tallulah and Petunia are going to stay with Stitch and Lilo. Isabelle is going to a home with other senior dogs. They'll probably be playing Bingo all week. Or sleeping. 

Snoooooore

There's a flurry of laundry and food making and list making and packing. We are pretty high maintenance pugs, apparently. To make it easier for our friends, mom has separated out our pills and supplements by meal. 

And made a bunch of food for us. Mom's trying to make it as easy as possible for the lovely people who will be taking care of us. We are going to be a handful as it is.

And to top it all off, it's supposed to snow tomorrow! 

And get really cold again. So we'll do that camping thing for most of the week. 

Snow? Seriously?
 Does the weatherman know this is the South?

This week ought to be fun with the snow and the cold and the packing. 

Around here, even an inch of snow sends people into a panic. Good thing mom went grocery shopping already! 

If any of you have tips on how to be good houseguests, let us know in the comments!

Misadventure

Well, we made it through the cold snap ok. No pipes freezing, no frostbitten paws. We were glad to move back upstairs though. 

The last really cold night was Thursday. It had warmed up enough that we wanted to go outside again. About 9 pm, mom let us (Tallulah and Petunia) out to potty. She was putting her coat on when Tallulah started barking very high-pitched and shrill. Mom grabbed her phone for the flashlight and ran out to see what was going on. 

You may recall that this guy pays us a visit once a year or so. 

Mom's not sure where he was in the yard or what he was doing. But when she ran outside, Petunia was dragging it across the yard. Mom thought it was a plastic bag or something, maybe had food in it. When she shined the flashlight on it, she realized what it was. 

Boy, was she freaking out on the inside. These little buggers can do some damage with their claws and carry all sorts of nasty diseases. Amazingly, we actually listened to her and dropped it. Mom bribed us to come inside for a cookie. Once we got inside, mom removed the wad of possum fur from Petunia's mouth and duly rewarded us with a cookie. Then we got crated. 

She went back outside to check on the possum. By that time, he was getting up and running off. He really was playing dead! That kind of surprised mom given that the possum probably outweighed us by 10 pounds. A few years ago, when he was under the deck, he hissed at us. And when he was on the fence, he hissed. Mom figures that he was on the ground somewhere, maybe burrowing in the leaves or something. She doesn't think we are fast enough to have chased and caught it. Maybe the cold had slowed its reflexes or something.

Hopefully, Mr. Possum will share the news that our yard is not friendly to critters that look like living squeaky toys. 

Hope your weeks is less eventful and no where near as cold as last week was!

Tweedle's auction

We're sure all of Blogville knows about the auction for Tweedles. 

But did you know that mom donated a gift certificate for a pair of custom pugjamas? The winning bidder gets a pair of custom fitted jammies for their dog. Doesn't have to be a pug. Mom can make pjs for all kinds of dogs. 

Aren't these just ridiculously cute? 

There's lots of other items there, too. 

If you've got any treat money left, be sure to bid on something!

Click here to go right to the auction page.

SO COLD!

Holy pug, it's about to get cold. Not as cold as Minnesota or Iowa, but really cold for us.

Many houses around here have heat pumps instead of furnaces. Unfortunately, when the temperature goes below 25, heat pumps just don't work. That means lots of folks are going to be cold in their own houses. Many local stores have already sold out of space heaters.

We have a heat pump upstairs and a gas furnace downstairs. We managed one night last week when it was in the 20s by keeping the heat on downstairs. But three nights in a row just isn't going to work. So we've moved downstairs for the week.

It's like camping! Keep telling yourself that, mom.

We are bundled up in layers, t shirt then fleece. Needless to say, we probably aren't going to go outside tomorrow. Thank pug for potty pads!

And thank pug we don't have the snow that some of you have!

Stay warm and cozy, friends.