Here is Nickie, licking her whole bed again to make sure it is super clean. This is one of our pug’s favorite activities. She definitely shares our high standards for cleanliness.
Nickie was having a face off with her toy today. We’re pretty sure she was planning her attack strategy because she pounced on it a moment later and carried it off to her bed.
Nickie has a wide variety of toys to choose from for her playtime antics. Here, she has enthusiastically chosen the lion to engage in battle with her. She won, of course, and thus the lion was tamed.
It’s important to take some time in the morning to stretch and embrace the day. Nickie couldn’t agree more as she pauses luxuriously in her little spot of sunshine.
It’s another beautifully snowy day outside- perfect for tromping around out in the yard with Nickie. Let’s be honest, at this point in the winter, we could both use the exercise. Here we come, New Years’ resolutions of maybe finally achieving fitness!
Even when Nickie’s not licking the fridge, a toy, the floor, or someone’s leg, she’s still likely to be sticking her tongue out at something.
Rather than the typical dog bark, Nickie uses an assortment of other miscellaneous sounds to communicate with us, often with perfect comedic timing to punctuate our own sentences. She’s a natural.
Try as we might, neither of can master the techniques and finesse of The Dog Whisperer. The problem is not the motivation of the subject. The pug would pretty much do anything for a treat… if she could just figure out what we were asking her to do. We were just standing there holding a treat, and she promptly went through her whole repertoire of cool tricks. Well, namely just the three (sit, lay down, and speak). It didn’t take long. She became offended when we laughed at her, so we gave her the treat as a consolation prize for her efforts. We’ll have to re-think our backup plan of creating a pug circus.
Nickie likes to collect her plush toys from all over the house and place them in her dog bed before joining them for a glorious sleepover. I daresay by the look on her face that we weren’t invited to this party.