tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47014210975593810702024-03-05T09:00:03.810-05:00Hugs from Bug the PugNorthern Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625461392620269983noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701421097559381070.post-71940709912121945572009-03-30T17:55:00.007-04:002009-03-30T21:02:32.672-04:00My Sister Mia<div style="styleDocument: [object]">My sister Mia asked if I could introduce her to everyone. She is quite shy, so I said that I would be happy to talk in her place today. Mia is 6 or 7 years old. I am not sure which it is because she won't tell me. She says it isn't proper for a lady to discuss her age. All I know is, she is really old. Just kidding Mia. You are always calling me a young whipper-snapper so I thought I would get that little jab in. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjapav6gjCgCR_tcuNJyw_RKk5eNpC63mT_ggl_hQk_VSAUnXt5vCHrvXU2vxRQzARsCqCSPLcHEqBw4vx-8zQo2cPIsa_U1J-aWLH7MnyB8GRQB380lzysLB9WTluGM7n3lhmemg5uZF77/s1600-h/MIA+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319149869838515826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjapav6gjCgCR_tcuNJyw_RKk5eNpC63mT_ggl_hQk_VSAUnXt5vCHrvXU2vxRQzARsCqCSPLcHEqBw4vx-8zQo2cPIsa_U1J-aWLH7MnyB8GRQB380lzysLB9WTluGM7n3lhmemg5uZF77/s320/MIA+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="styleDocument: [object]"><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhG_8ynvmff9kJ3bK3dg4OaD2XMqUDxqeGDCaJbc2gXj8OSKlgW8mn3vOeC9ZZUx4tvr_o-E0lLve4C5WnxBScyXurUIK2OfVEWEWWKaUYaob_bjH9NzcZXXg1a3ackfrqkSsasAlTm8R/s1600-h/MIA+003.jpg"></a><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]">Anyway, Mia is usually easy to get along with. She's pretty laid back and quiet. The only time she really gets grumpy with me is when I try to sneak some of her food. It's not like she needs it all or anything (she's a little plump, but don't tell her I told you that). Now if she were out getting exercise more often, then the food would be important, but until then I will keep sneaking it. I need the extra food to keep me in top physical shape. I burn off so much more because like I said, I am athletic.</div><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]">I really like Mia. She must like me also, since she seems to be very protective of me. She panics when I go into the lake. I don't go in far, but she runs back and forth on the beach barking at me to get out. I usually take my time getting out of the lake. I do it just to get her all frazzled. She's never too impressed with me afterwards. Oh well,when we get home all I have to do is look at her with my big, puppy-dog eyes and she forgives me.</div></div></div></div>Northern Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625461392620269983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701421097559381070.post-63655372629173686812009-03-30T09:53:00.009-04:002009-03-30T21:03:10.402-04:00Let Me Introduce Myself<div style="styleDocument: [object]"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIDeX8-C0U-M_m0LSPysbOJpRoxaAiVM3ZAIe5FrzhgNPZh5Vb5UlAl8lqglzgHQcsupMSNRB_o_6S7KhwoErFAXsbuy3zQuiArgPtGcDITuxJOHSFucIBq8dATQPQn-aIL84bkm5licL/s1600-h/St.+Patty+Bug.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318981192790687218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIDeX8-C0U-M_m0LSPysbOJpRoxaAiVM3ZAIe5FrzhgNPZh5Vb5UlAl8lqglzgHQcsupMSNRB_o_6S7KhwoErFAXsbuy3zQuiArgPtGcDITuxJOHSFucIBq8dATQPQn-aIL84bkm5licL/s320/St.+Patty+Bug.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]">Hello and hugs from me, Bug the Pug. As you can tell from my name, I am a pug. Bug is just what they call me. My Mom always liked the sound of 'Bug the Pug' so that is who I am. I do not use my full name on a day to day basis though. I usually go by Bug, Buggy, Bug-A-Boo or my favorite 'The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bugster</span>'. </div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"> </div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]">As you can see from my photo, I am a pretty handsome young fellow. Mom says I am awfully vain, but hey when you look like me what can I say! </div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]">I don't normally sit still to have my picture taken, but that day I thought I looked especially amazing. This photo was actually taken last year on St. Patty's, but it is one of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">favs</span>.</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"> </div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]">So, you are likely wondering, where does such a amazing pug live. Well, I am a Canadian pug eh! I live in what they call the Near North of Ontario Canada. I live with my 5 humans, a cranky old cat named <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Klinger</span> and my step (pug) sister, Mia. She was adopted last summer. She is actually quite a bit older than me so she's not so impressed by my athletic ways. We get along most of the time, but sometimes I have to let her know who rules the roost around here. She would probably tell you a different story, but hey, this is my blog and I tell it the way I see it.</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div></div>Northern Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625461392620269983noreply@blogger.com4