The Most Fantastical Bone EVER

My grand-dad decided a couple of weeks ago to bring me something, a ham bone! It was absolutely phenomenal! Never you mind that the house smelled like ham for quite some time. It was worth every sniff (and lick and snort and bite)!

Thanks, grand-dad!

Dear Santa, From Coco

From what I see on TV, the reason I didn't get much for Christmas last year is because I didn't write a letter to Santa. Since I don't have thumbs and can't write an actual letter, I'm hoping Santa reads blogs.

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Dear Santa,

You missed me last year for Christmas and the year before too. But the third time's a charm, right? Since you're a little behind on giving me gifts, I'm going to cut you some slack and let you give me three year's worth of presents this year. If you can't do it, feel free to use other people to give me things on this list as well. Here is what I would like...

1) Bones (pork bones like the one mommy and daddy bought me recent from Meat for Cats and Dogs)

2) Money to buy bones (the one mommy and daddy bought me was only $2 so I think about $2,000 would do)

3) More Kitty toys (see previous posts about kitty, I've succeeded in demolishing two kitties recently and would like more so that I don't go through withdrawals when this final one dies)

4) More bones.

5) More money.

6) More kitties.

7) A Ferrari.

Thank you, Santa. I trust you understand that gravity of this situation as it relates to my belief in you. Should I not receive anything from my list, I am afraid I will have to stop believing in you.

Wanting to believe,
Coco Wagner, Pug

The Adventures of Coco, The Expert Bone Finder

Coco has taken to burying his bones in various locations throughout the house. One minor problem is that we have no dirt in our home. Therefore, he's game to try anything: my side fat, under Kit or me as we sit, behind clothes, etc. Last night he even seemed convinced he had buried one well because he stuck it halfway into a chair cushion, and I covered it the rest of the way with my jacket (yes, I was sitting on the chair as he buried).

This morning we had our usual cuddle on the bed after I got dressed with one minor change: he brought his bone. Before we cuddled, he buried his bone in mine and Kit's pillows. Since he can't have his bone while we're away from home anyway, I left it there.

When I got home, I promptly tested to see if he remembered where he buried said object. This is the outcome.

NOTE: I am pregnant and feel like I might lose whatever the contents are of one's stomach first thing in the morning if I try to make the bed. Therefore, our bed is not made. Do not judge me. Most of you probably don't even make your bed on a consistent basis. I, on the other hand, have made our bed (with occasional help from Kit) nearly every morning since we got married. So I think I can take a break while the whole nausea thing is going on. (Kit can't help because I don't get out of bed - also due to nausea - until after he leaves. So don't judge him either.)

An Update from the Pug

Well, somehow it seems that I haven't found much time to blog lately. Mom has been feeling ill much of the time (though the nausea seems to have mostly passed in the last few days) so I've been being the loyal pug that I am and keeping her company. This morning she slept in until 8:00 due to being extremely exhausted despite lots of sleep. I, again being the loyal pug that I am, got in bed with her for the last hour and a half and then proceeded to keep the bed warm (in case she wanted to come back to bed) until 9:00.

Other than sleeping a lot, I haven't been up to much. Just chilling and eating my most recent bone, which mom gave me on Saturday but keeps taking away whenever they aren't home. I've decided that it might be slightly immature to hork down the last knotted section in each bone (yes, I actually swallowed large portions of bone whole quite a few times) and actually untied that knot as well this time. So I'm working on that right now. Pretty good stuff.

I'm really not too sure how I feel about this whole baby thing. I mean, mom's looking a little on the chubby side and for some reason they keep talking about this baby. I really wish they'd talk about me more. I mean, sheesh, I've been in the family for much longer than this baby character. And I believe I stated when Joel was here visiting that I was okay with not having a baby around for a while. So whose idea was it to bring this baby character into the mix?

Have I mentioned that I'm clearly being neglected? When she's feeling really sick, mom even sometimes rubs her own belly instead of mine! What is this world coming to?

Visitors & Tricks

Mommy and daddy’s friends, Matt and Sharon, came over for dessert tonight. I like them. They think I’m a fun pug. Matt attempted to get me to do for the camera this cute thing I kept doing with my bone. But I won! That’ll teach him to try to get me to perform. (Sorry my photographer was sleeping on the job and neglected to take a picture of Matt and Sharon.)

Daddy Started School

Daddy started school on Wednesday. I missed him terribly all evening long, especially when mommy left to go to home fellowship. Luckily, daddy will have class on Mondays after next week and mommy won't have the car. Pray that no one will offer to drive her anywhere because I want her all to myself.

Back to daddy. He started school, and I'm really excited. He's so very smart and has already started on his homework. Though I'm fairly certain this means less cuddle time, I'm okay with the whole thing. I hear it means there may be more bones in my future. Woohoo!