Many fun and unusual words describe groups of animals. Among my favorites are a murder of crows, a sleuth of bears, and an exaltation of larks. But what of pugs? Of course there is pack of dogs, but as anyone who has witnessed a group of snuffling, panting pugs knows the word doesn’t exactly fit.
Then a few weeks ago I stumbled across the phrase a grumble of pugs. Doing a little online research I found out that indeed the collective noun for pugs is a grumble. This delighted me! Pablo is a known grumbler; he especially likes to grumble after dinner. Belly full, he struts around the house grumbling–and yes, it’s very distinct from his usual barking–at whatever strikes his fancy. It could be at one of the cats or a car going by outside. No matter. Pablo grumbles until he’s grumbled out.
Does your pug grumble?
Pablo likes to hang out at the top of the stairs and wait for K to come home from work. He knows K’s schedule better than I do. As soon as 4:30 rolls around Pablo takes up residence at his post.
Spring’s officially here but the weather hasn’t cooperated. Pablo was disgruntled to be greeted with snow and slush on his morning walk. He kept trying to head back to his nest of blankets where he’s recently taken up residence (see above). Luckily for his sake and mine, I convinced him to continue with his walk. That task scratched from his to-do list, he went home to a treat and then a long snooze on the couch.
Wow, it’s been a while–almost a month since my last post. My bad. Things have been more hectic than usual around here. K returned from a three-week plus business trip in which he circled the globe, traveling from South Africa to Australia to San Diego to home. Then I left for a much shorter trip to NYC , attending a blogging convention and visiting with friends and family.
With all this going on, Pablo didn’t know which way was up and became super clingy, even for a pug (which is saying a lot). Now that things are almost back to normal, he’s getting back to his routine. Above, he’s posing next to a set of pug pillows I received as a birthday present a few weeks ago. He blends right in, doesn’t he?
It’s always such fun to clean with animals around. Pablo trots across my newly-washed, damp wood floor, leaving pawprints, and Rita has to investigate every piece of furniture I move. Here she is curled on the underbelly of the couch. (Why is she the one looking pissed?) Lucky for me, I don’t clean all that often!
The long, hot days of summer have curtailed Pablo’s activities. But he won’t be bored much longer. In two days my niece and nephew, ages 11 and 8, will be here to run him ragged. If I gaze in my crystal ball, I see a future of dropped hot dogs to retrieve, sticky ice-cream covered faces to lick, and small laps to snuggle on.
With temps in the high 90s for the past week and no central AC in our new house, Pablo has abandoned his comfy bed in favor of the much cooler wood floors. His bed has a bolstered headrest, though, and since puppyhood, Pablo prefers sleeping with his chin elevated. What’s a pug to do? His solution is to use the dining room chair or the lower shelf of the coffee table. Whatever floats your boat!