When Pablo first received this IQ toy from his grandma he found it a bit of a challenge. It’s really meant for a much bigger dog, one that can remove the yellow lids with its mouth. Pablo tried and tried, but his jaws only open so wide. Ever resourceful, he hammered at the lids with his paws. At first it took him anywhere from three to five minutes to remove a single lid and retrieve a tasty bit of duck jerky tucked underneath. Practice makes perfect, though, and he’s whittled his time down to three and a half minutes to remove all four! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. When food is involved, this pug is a genius!
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Thank you for coming to my birthday party last Thursday. And thank you for my presents! I loved the Happy Birthday biscuit. I would have gobbled it up by now, but a Certain Someone insists on doling it out in little bits each day. Maybe you could have a talk with her…..?
The spiffy new puzzle you got me also gets me treats. Except it’s a little hard for me. It’s not that I’m a dope, Grandma! You see, my mouth just isn’t big enough to lift off the lids the way you’re supposed to. I try and try, because I know that a yummy treat’s inside.
And I’m resourceful, Grandma. I am! I knock it around and bang it with my paws until a lid pops open. Sometimes I make so much noise I can hardly hear the big folks screaming at me to stop it already. So Grandma, once again,your plan worked! You present is driving those guys nuts and it’s getting me more treats than before. I love you, Grandma!
Your very smart grandpug,
Hard to believe, but it has been exactly one year since I started Confessions of a Pugophile. And what a ride it’s been. Here are some highlights–and lowlights–from Pablo’s past year in no particular order. Enjoy!
Okay, how strange is this! Our friends at the Smithsonian National Zoo gave a mother anteater three choices for her baby’s name: Fausto, Demetrio, and Pablo. Each name was placed next to a flowerpot that had a tasty treat tucked underneath. Mama Anteater chose the pot labeled Pablo, the one hiding a hard-boiled egg.
I didn’t opt for the flowerpot method when naming my little guy. If I had, I’m sure he would have upended all three pots and gobbled down the treats. Then his name would now be Pablo Fausto Demetrio. Quite the mouthful.
Pablo went to the vet yesterday. As always, he had a fine time, dashing around and making new friends. We brought him because his face has been a mess. His eyes are always red and gunky and he paws them constantly, to the extend that his face folds and wrinkles were bleeding. Ugh! The vet examined him and gave us the same diagnosis as last time. Allergies! In the winter? Yes. She examined his history and concluded that since his problems started acting up about a year ago, when we first moved to Pennsylvania, that Pablo is most likely allergic to something in his new environment. She ruled out food allergies as they are very rare in dogs.
She recommended putting him on steroids as a first course of action. Once the inflammation has died down, we’ll reevaluate. After just one dose, I’m happy to report his eyes are less red and he’s not pawing at them at all.
Rita tagged along on our visit. She has her own medical issue, namely a recurrence of last spring’s nasty infection in her left ear. Unlike Pablo, Rita does not view a visit to the vet as a special treat. In the examination room, we let her out of her crate. She searched and searched for a place to hide. The best she could do was squeeze herself into the space between the tiny fridge and the wall. She faced the back wall, but was still 100 percent visible. Poor Rita!
Wow! Hard to believe, but this is my 100th post here at Confessions of a Pugophile. A little more than six months ago—on April 13th, the day before Pablo’s ninth birthday—I created this blog as a homage to him and other of his brethren. It’s morphed into a blog about dogs, with the primary focus still being pugs (and most especially Pablo).
So how is Pablo doing? After a bout with allergies (seasonal, we think), he’s on the mend. His eyes and the folds in his wrinkles became infected from all the scratching he’s been doing. We took him to the vet for his check-up and also got some medication for his eyes and prescription-strength medicated pads to clean his folds. He’s doing much better. And so are K and I now that we can get a decent night’s sleep instead of staying up and listening to Pablo’s licking, slurping, and scratching all night.
For those who are anxiously waiting to hear what Pablo will be for Halloween (you know who you are), we have a costume. It’s Spider Pug! On Sunday Pablo tried out his costume at a nearby Halloween Festival to benefit rescue pugs. More about that event on the next post—number 101!