Meeting up with Brodie the Yorkie

On our way to the farmer's market to meet up with Harry, Lulu and Brodie.

Look Mom, I'm a giant!

Me and the Brodster playing bitey-face. Mom forces me to be nice, but the little bugger is fiesty!

There is a nose in my butt. Really? I have to be nice???

The money shot. It took some major wrangling to get this shot.

Brodie's mama, my mom, Brodie, and us (the cutest ones of course). Ok ok. Brodie is pretty dang cute too.

Goodness gracious we are tuckered out. Notice how I am supposed to be on the OTHER side of our car seat, but I wriggle around to dip my foot in the water bowl and hang off the edge.

Do any of yous have a Y leash like ours? It is super handy to keep up in unison and not all tangled up. Plus, Kitty can't get away from me. Hehe.

Feeling like Gene Simmons

Coco playing "dead dog".. Funny how her tongue barely sticks out. Mine looks like it is reaching for the sun.
You would think they had run a marathon. I assure you they had cold water and plenty of air.

Showing off the fan shape. I'm thinking this is Twinkie's shot right here!

Side view.
This one is a framer. Awwww.

I'll Drive

Come on Coco! I don't believe that mom just said we are not going to the Farmer's Market today. I say we don't need her.

Let's run away..I can steer and you work the gear shifter.

Got it Kitty! Let's get our jams going while we are at it.

Head to the pet store too. We are out of chew bones, and I mean NOW.

Did anyone else have to stay home this weekend? Don't we look so neglected?
This calls for a retaliation kitchen poo.

Surprise..

This week, I was presented with a painting. About time. Why wouldn't you want to capture this cuteness? I like to keep the tips of my ears back. If they happen to get catywhompus I will flick them back into place.

Note from Mom: I am an artist. So many of you out there in blogville make wonderful art that I was a bit hesitant to put my work out there. Hopefully there is room for me too. Pet portraits are my favorite thing to paint, and I will have my Etsy page up and running in about three weeks. Guess I figure it is about time to go out and do what I love.

Finally we meet Harry Pugalicious and Lulu!

Here in Alabama we have a super cool Farmer's Market. The have gourmet foods and jewelry and stuffs. Nice pups of all kind are allowed to come and even snark a few food samples! The only problem is that it is HOT outside. Whew.

Even saw our pal Brodie there. He had a HUGE secret to tell me.... Butt out mom, this is a private conversation.

As we were walking around, Coco spotted some pugs. As we got closer, we realized that it was..

HARRY PUGALICIOUS AND HIS SIS LULU! Just look at that smile and nose wrinkle.

His mom was very nice and let us sniff and sniff and sniff.

Had to get a group shot. I think we need a pug buggy.

This guy walked up. His name is Reuben, and he goes to a big Pug meetup in Georgia every year. Guess we better save up our twinkie monies because we want to go too!

The sniff circle. He was a big guy, but not many skin rolls and tiny feet. Interesting.

Time for a water break. Go get us an icee also, Mom.

On our way to the house. A good sniff was had by all. Maybe we can meet up again soon.

Can I get an Amen?

Went to visit my Pops at work, and hit the jackpot!

I swear it is like food heaven there. Lots of people come in his office and give us naughty food that mom doesn't want us to have.

Pops is caught red-handed! Uh oh.

FUNNEL CAKE!!!! It is begging me to take a bite...

Oh yes, I am in position now. Love my grandpawrents.

Broken Tooth = Momma Heart Attack

What? You are doing a dental check? That is a heck to the NO.
Broken big mammoth back tooth. Crap. Been hiding this one for a while.

Next thing I know, I am at the Vet, getting all doped up. They initially said I would have to have the thing pulled so I went back for the surgery. My amazing vet then said that what he thought was the root pulp was really just a mean case of plaque. Whew! Takes an honest man to miss out on getting the big bucks for that kind of procedure.

Boy oh boy they gave me a good cleaning. We're talking gleaming white and shiny. Plaque is wack. I fell over a few times, and walked like a drunk skunk.

Mack you sure know how to make a girl feel better. Mom says she will buy me a dead cow part now after my ordeal. We are passing this award to Pearly Poo just because we love her unwillingness on not wearing any outfits!