Our dogs are such a riot. It’s almost embarrassing how much we love them and spoil them. So, here’s a little pug update for you other dog lovers out there.
The snuggle pugs love to hang out on this chair – with or without us. It also happens to be the chair nearest to the fireplace for extra warmth. No coincidence there.
Franco has been fitted with a bark collar. He goes on these crazy barking sprees, and we really want to curb this before we have a newborn in the household. Neither of us were keen on the idea of the bark collar and have been putting it off, but we were at our wits’ ends and were tired of chasing him around when he was barking up a storm. We tried the citronella spray collar first. It worked – for a day. Then, Franco decided he didn’t really mind being sprayed and our entire house smelled like a bug bomb. Also – he had an uncanny ability to spray at the precise right time to get Ryan square in the face.
So, we took it back and went with a more traditional buzz collar. It seems to be working for him, although we feel terrible when he gets buzzed. (The collar self-adjusts, so the first time he barks, he gets a little warning and the severity increases from there.) After a few days, he realized that barking wasn’t really a necessity. He has developed a bit of a low raspy bark that doesn’t get caught by the sensor. Luckily, it’s so soft that we don’t mind it at all. We rarely need to put the collar on him now, after a few weeks.
Lola must be having sympathy pregnancy symptoms for her mommy. Mostly, the hunger. She usually gets fed around 2:30 or 3. If we are home on the weekends, she begins to get whiny about food at 12:30 or so. Her and I have a lot in common these days. We’re also partial to naps on the couch and bouts of moodiness when we don’t get what we want.
While Ryan was taking my weekly pregnancy photo last week, Lola and Franco wanted in the action. Here are the results.
All my babies at 18 weeks. These pictures make me laugh so much.
We keep telling the pugs that they will have a little brother or sister soon, but I don’t think they quite understand. When I took the infant car seat up to the nursery, the dogs were so confused. They were sniffing and Lola was trying to get into the seat. Little do they know…
How are the fur babies in your lives?