…and look at the rest of these amazing portraits of our canine friends. Unfortunately, no pugs are in this selection, but, rest assured, I will be scouring the net to find some.
Monthly Archives: March 2011
I never imagined I’d be writing about Charlie Sheen, especially here at Confessions of a Pugophile. But when pugs are involved, I must speak out.
First, let me say, before he started mistreating pugs, I wasn’t unsympathetic to Mr. Sheen. As the star of the number one TV sitcom, someone used to being beloved and by a multitude of fans and indulged by his entourage, it must be hard going to find yourself under attack, distained by your co-workers and a laughingstock to the media and the public at large. Yes, he brought it upon himself. But remember the last time you goofed up big time? It still hurt, didn’t it, even if you were the one at fault.
Besides, Sheen was mostly hurting himself (and, yes, the women who had the misfortune to marry and/or date him). I’m familiar with the mentality. “Hey, I come to work each day and make everybody a ton of money. I can do what I want.” So when he’s fired from his show, he’s stunned–and goes on the attack. When this brings him a ton of publicity, he continues. Because even negative publicity is better than none, right?
Which all leads up to today’s news. It seems that after Sheen split with wife #2, Denise Richards, she allowed him to keep her two pugs. Supposedly, she wanted her kids to feel comfortable when they visited their dad. Except as Sheen dive-bombed, he stopped taking care of the animals in his care. By the time Richards retrieved the pugs, it was too late for one of them, who died shortly after of malnutrition. Died. As in dead. No longer living.
Now Sheen is launching an attack, via Twitter, to get the other pug back. Even though the dog doesn’t belong to him. Even though his lack of care killed the other one. He’s resorted to calling his ex a bunch of expletives because she won’t budge. I don’t recall him putting up such a fuss when his kids were removed from his care.
Charlie Sheen, give it up. Your career is over. It is only a matter of time before you self destruct. Leave the pug alone.
Read more about the fiasco here.
For the past month I’ve been taking a continuing-ed class in American Sign Language (ASL). I’m writing a book on the subject for a client so I thought it would be useful if I could learn some basic signs. And it has helped. Enormously. If nothing else, I’ve discovered how hard it is to contort my hands into different shapes, not to mention memorizing the manual alphabet and all the many signs.
To reinforce what I’m learning, I decided to teach Pablo some simple signs. BTW, teaching dogs ASL is not unheard of. A few breeds, such as Dalmatians, are genetically prone to deafness and older dogs can become deaf as well. The first sign I taught Pablo is SIT, which I fingerspell. SIT has its own sign, of course, but fingerspelling seems to work better with Pablo.
After a few tries, Pablo caught on–and here’s the amazing part, he’ll sit even when I don’t have food! He doesn’t do that when I give him the verbal command–just looks at me as if he’s thinking “What’s in it for me?” I wish I had known ASL when he was a pup. Think of all the commands he would know by now!
As Sunday was the Vernal Equinox, it seemed only fitting to give Pablo his first spring cleaning of the season. In other words, a B-A-T-H. His last one took place in late December, I’m embarrassed to admit, so he was waaay overdue.
Pablo takes to heart the advice Queen Victoria supposedly gave her daughter on her wedding night. “Lie back and think of England.” Pablo endures a bath by standing still and dreaming of roast beef.
After his bath, it’s a long-standing tradition for me to chase after him with a towel as I attempt to dry him off. This part he loves, as his favorite game is to be chased. Here’s a slideshow of the whole experience.
* Thanks to K for today’s title!