December 2, 2011

*Just Knowing*

I knew within the first initial contact with Lori (Otto's Mommie) that we had begun a friendship that would turn to family. Instantly,we forged a trust that neither of us planned on or anticipated. In a few short months, she is one of my best friends, totally IN the Mimi Land circle of trust. Very few meet the guidelines and regulations to do so.


Otto is an absolutely remarkable puppy that spreads love and smiles everywhere he goes. Now that Otto is at home with his Mommie, I find myself being asked daily where Otto is and how he is doing. His infectious spirit was meant for someone in need of healing and giving that extra feeling and devotion.


Seeing the first cell phone pics of Otto tucked into his Mommie's arms....I sobbed. It was that feeling of pure peace and happiness. Happiness in knowing that without this baby Pug being  born in my lap on Sept. 11,2011~~~my Lori wouldn't  be experiencing this immense happiness and tears of joy.


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December 1, 2011

Pug Influences

I'm not lazy per se, I consider myself an expert in the couch Pug snuggling arts. Believe it or not,I actually do enjoy excersize and fresh air. However,I equally enjoy sleeping,lounging and general lethargy. It appears my choice in dog breed is ideal, my flat faces don't harbor much desire or necessity in going all willy nilly with the physical fitness!  We are quite content with nonsense television and snuggling. 


I'm not easily influenced but when faced with utter comfort or possible strenuous activity, I allow the pugs to influence my decision making process. You've heard the old saying," The dog ate my homework!"? Well I'm saying the puggies made my ass larger!?!


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November 29, 2011

Gravity & Pug Companionship

Everyone who knows me is well aware of my distaste for cold temperatures, especially when ice cold raindrops the size of my gigantic head are falling from the sky at the speed of EFFINGFAST! Unfortunately,weather shenanigans or not,the pug coalition must relieve themselves in a timely manner.


My back deck is slippery on a good day, today, it has gone right past slippery straight to,"Hold on to yer britches lady! You're going down!" So I herd my flat faced crew outside and three of the four happily enter potty time bliss...rain be damned.


Cullen shares my weather hatred and just as I go to step forward,he plants his fat ass on my remaining foot and I stumble. Because I'm holding my hot chocolate with marshmallows in my awesome pug mug in my hands,I crash onto my knees. My right knee tells me to kindly f*ck off and gives out. Me, on my tummy and arms outstretched to save said mug and its contents and oompa loompa sized sleet all over my back and inevitability this sleet concoction drips down the crack of my ass. Any movement and that water will melt and my ass is SOAKED.


Seeing my dispair and hearing my profanity laced rant led Bella,Tru and Joey to line up at face level to give me props on saving my mug and warm beverage. Cullen climbed up on my wet ass and laid down. OY!


PSSST: I'm including pics of the ready made lake beside my house that I partially fell into along with the guilty party that.not only tripped me but sat on me when I was down.


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November 28, 2011

Thankful & Blessed

I am a self admitted jerk,wise ass, loudmouth, vain little shit. I've always lacked the ability to stop the onslaught of descriptive words and profanity before they flow fluently past my lips. It's a blessing and a curse. One never has to wonder what I'm thinking, including those that really shouldn't know. I will admit, it is humorous for others and most times,myself as well. It has however, gotten me into a few pickles that haunt me to this day.


Apparently, telling your boss (should I say FORMER boss & no I wasn't fired) that he needs to keep his pimp hand strong and kick the b*tches to the curb when they show up late,call off,pass out on the clock,etc. may not have been professional but it was true. I was helping him to understand that HE is in charge. It was a wasted effort.


Or perhaps the time I texted a lengthly rant about a coworker to that coworker I was ranting about. Oh yeah,that was fun! Or arguing politics or religion with my mother in any capacity. Oy!


All my faults, attention deficit disorder, obsessive compulsive  disorder and the total lack of filtering each word that.flies out of my mouth. I'm me. No more, no less. I'll always tell the truth . I love that about me.


I have the most loyal friends in the world.My Kellie has been my rock through it all. Jessica, Amber, Lori and Mikey: I know I can count on yall without second thought. My brothers Mikhy and his husband Mike are phenomenal people and I love them!


The loves of my life, my children:Pacey,Ashton,Sophie Anabelle are the reason my world keeps spinning. Even when they're driving me nuts , I love them more than life itself.


I have a husband of ten years that finds no humor in me or my put obsession. Though he claims to loathe them but on more than one occassion,I've caught them snuggling.


What I'm saying is I'm blessed and thankful for the people in my life and the pugs that run it!!


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Attention:Otto has entered the work force!!

You read it here fella's, Otto is a working' pug! Otto has settled in amazingly in stunning California with his Mommie Lori,Daddy CR and fabulous Grandma Nonie! His big brother Rocky is showing him the ropes.


Today was his first day at work with Mommie. He helped make the clients feel at home and assisted Mommie in every way!! At the end of the day, his exhaustion took over. Man, its hard out there for a pug!!


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November 26, 2011

Otto's unbelievable adventure!

What an adventure it has been!!! Otto was initially scheduled to fly to sunny California on Monday the 21st but because of my amazing immune system I had been in the ER with walking pneumonia and a raging sinus infection. We postponed his flight plans and were scheduled for a Weds flight and little Otto would get to spend his first Thanksgiving with his Mommie Lori!


I woke up early Weds, rushed the kids to school and began our seriously long trek to Indianapolis International Airport. We arrived on time and went to check in only to find that his flight was booked as a companion flight meaning they had him scheduled as flying with passengers WITH someone. Who, I do not know.


I spoke to an agent with the airline that happens to rhyme with shmelta, welta, belta.....Aww Eff it,DELTA! Mother effin DELTA!


I'll have you know,I was perfectly pleasant,polite and nice. I explained our situation and in a rude tone she says,"Ma'am, I don't understand the issue,he will be flying with you. Isn't that what you want?"


First of all,I'm not a ma'am. Jerk. Secondly,I had no plans or intention of flying to California and I certainly never booked myself a flight to California,therefore, I wouldn't have booked Otto a flight to accompany me on an imaginary trip. This theory was lost on her. I explained in the most simple terms I could muster that *I* am not booking a trip to California,I never booked one and I did not book a passenger flight for this four and a half pound flat faced hug from Jesus. Once again, she did not understand this concept.


With time ticking away, I asked for her supervisor. Another lady appeared and greeted me as "ma'am"....fuuuuuuudge! Really people!?! I was dressed nice, in nice clothing, amazing boots and make up, I am a young lady, not a ma'am!


I show her my confirmation and she sees that I booked a CARGO flight for a baby pug and all that jazz,yet she is insisting that is not what I am currently booked for. I finally lay it all down for her,"I cannot possibly go to California today. I have to pick my kids up from school. CPS would not he thrilled with me if I left the state woo Willy nilly without first picking my children up at school. Secondly, he was booked CARGO which is far different than a passenger flight." Really,if I was more fluent in sign language,I would've tried that next. As it was,it took all my self control not to flip her the double bird and go out in a blaze of glory. I cancelled his imaginary flight and Delta insisted I pay a cancellation fee. I insisted they kiss my ass and they removed the cancellation fee.


I rebooked his cargo flight for the following Friday, the day after Thanksgiving and enlisted my husband and three hooligan children to help me send Otto to his Mommie with all the love in the world.


After a hearty breakfast, we loaded the car and a freshly bathed Otto into Lucie Lancer and once again drove the twoish hours to Indianapolis Airport. We arrived on time and took woo our paperwork and necessary items inside where we encountered douchebag John. Do you know what Shrek looks like? John is the caucasion Shrek with dirtier teeth and a stick lodged so far up his over sized ass that major surgery would be required to remove it and even then I'm quite sire he would need electroshock therapy to begin to move past major asshole douchebag to regular bastard.


I hand over my paperwork and confirmation and this smug mother f*cker scooter Otto's health certificate and says,"He can't fly. His age is missing. "


I try the nice approach and inquire as to what my options are. He shrugs, "Go get a new certifcate."


I start crying. Lori has already been postponed twice and this is number three. I call my vet, he insists he talk to bastardo John that works for Quantem in Indianapolis Indiana to rectify this situation. John refuses, simply because he is an asshole with a complex. Apparently refusing a flight for a four and a half pound pug makes you a big man. Whatevah. I,with the amazing Dr. Holt on the phone, tell John that I am the breeder. Otto was born in my family room,IN MY LAP! On my Aero pj pants that were forever ruined on September 11,2011.


Our fabulous,caring and exceptional vet offered to meet us halfway with a new health certificate so Otto could make his flight. I ask John if that would be ok and this jabba the hut impersonater points to his swatch watch and says,"You won't make it. You have one minute."


He refuses to talk to the vet,cancels the flight and told me to leave. It *might* have been my colorful and descriptive choice of words towards him....maybe.


I call the inept employees of Delta and explain the situation and the lady ....I use the term loosely in that I have no proof that she has a vagina but she sounded as if it were a remote possibility...anyway, this person isn't as big of an asshole but she too charges a cancellation fee on a flight John (douchebag at Quantem in Indianapolis,Indiana) cancelled. She suggests that I rebook. I suggested she my ass.


I called Continental and the staff was sympathetic,sweet,kind and professional. They booked Otto on their next flight and gave is specific and detailed confirmation instructions. Because we had spent most of the week in the car driving two hours each way to and from the airport for each failed trip, we opted to get a hotel room and spend the night. We went to the mall and the boys ended up meeting their new idol, professional skateboarder Daniel Taylor. He was fantastic with the boys,took photos with them and gave them posters, already this trip was a blessing! We ate out,came back to the hotel and watched Shrek The Final Chapter and Men in Black, spending our last hours with little Otto-mation-station! All three flipped out when Frank the pug showed up on TV!


As the night wound down, we bathed little Otto,clipped his nails and snuggled him until 3:30am when we had to leave to take him to the airport where he effortlessly made his flight and made his way home to California where his Mommie Lori and the fabulous Nonie were awaiting his arrival anxiously! I'm pleased to say that Otto is now and forever Otto Hodgson. We are so lucky to have spent this much time with such a truly spectacular puppy and as heartbroken as we are to have to part with his beautiful face,we are overwhelmed with joy knowing he is with the most loving family in the world!!!


P. S. In case you were wondering, Delta sucks and they can kiss my ass!


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November 22, 2011

Otto: the offender

Scratch that. REPEAT OFFENDER! As our days with little Otto are numbered,we are relishing our every second with him. This morning as we were leaving for school,Otto sat at my feet with his pleading eyes looking up at me. *sigh*


We scooped him up and put his sweater on and took him on our morning school adventure. He slept peacefully in each kids lap until we reached our destination and dropped the xy chromosomes off at their school. Otto snuggled into Miss Sophie Anabelle's lap and resumed his sleep.


Roughly fifteen minutes later,my nose started to twitch. I though a possible sneeze was about to come to fruition. My nose then started to burn....hmmmm. it is at this time that my four year old diva alerts me of the terrorist attack in the back seat, Otto dropped a duece.


You read that correctly, the normally impeccable and well mannered Otto shit in my car. Not only did he shit in my Lucie Lancer, he shit and released a stench that had to have come from the pits of hell. Oy!


I pull over,assess damage and clean and febreeze the affected area. Yes,I have febreeze in the car,need I remind you that ky human children have animalistic car habits?


Once the damage has been properly cleaned and Otto has been given a potty break,we hit the road again. This is the part of the story where I remind you that AFTER he took the browns to the superbowl, I took him ON A POTTY BREAK. Noted?


There we are happily cruising down the road,Sophie is playing Fruit Ninja and I'm listening to Bob and Tom. Otto is seemingly happy and chewing on his angry bird. A split second later,I hear a slight dripping sound followed by an opening of pug floodgates. Otto is draining the puggie lizard in the OTHER seat---with a grin plastered on his flat face.  Holy mutha of gawd!!


Pfffft. The fountain of mini k9 urine over powered the lovely smell of febreeze that covered the smell of the puggie dog logs that had previously been dropped.


Needless to say, my car seats have been resolved and scrubbed and Otto is looking at me guiltily. Oy! It's drink o'clock....right?


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