Mabel's Wet Weekend

Mom and I were at an agility trial this weekend.

On Friday the weather was not too bad

started out chilly then the sun came out.

The judges courses were difficult, even the Novice courses.

My first run was so close, but I missed one obstacle.

Our second run of the day, we made it through the course but for some reason we did not qualify. 

We have watched the video and our instructor has too

 and we are not sure why, oh well

This is what the weather looked like on Saturday

Cold and rain off and on all day.

I was a little crazy on my run and got two wrong courses 

BOL! 

Sunday we woke up to freezing temperatures and a rain/snow mix. Mom decided to let me stay home and she went by herself to help with bar setting and such.

Although we did not earn any "Q's",

Mom was pretty much pleased with how we did.

I am beginning to drive ahead of her and my tunnel entries were really good and I hit all my contacts on the A frame, Teeter and Dog Walk.

We have a TDAA trial coming up in a few weeks

I sure hope the weather is better! 

We are the PugRanch Kids

Mabel & Hilda

Hilda's Half Birthday!!

Oh My Pug!!

Can you believe that I am 6 months old today!

To celebrate I thought I would share some fun photos from our CGC graduation pawty on Monday

We played milk bone jenga

It was so hard to do a sit stay 

while mom grabbed more milk bones to stack

I did manage to snag one to munch on BOL!

Then we played lick the peanut butter spoon!

I had never tasted peanut butter before and was it yummy.

Mom laughed when I got it all over my chin!

We got our pictures taken

These are my furiends, Bowie and London

This class may be over 

but I started a new class a couple of weeks ago 

called Pre-Sport Puppy class.

Mabel will be at a local agility trial this weekend

so I promise

 to let her have some time on the blog next week 

We are the PugRanch Kids

Mabel & Hilda

Hilda's Marvelous Monday

 I have had a lot of fun at Canine Good Citizen class

This picture is from last week when we were on our walk

Mom & I signed up for this class with no expectations.

Because I am still pretty young (6 months old on Wed) 

she wanted to keep me in a small class environment

 and continue with socialization skills.

This morning we had class graduation

And look what I got!!!!!

I am pretty proud of myself!

When I get my PAL registration with AKC 

I will be able to call myself

HILDA HEAVEN SENT CGC

We are the PugRanch Kids

Mabel & Hilda

Talk Like a Pirate Day!

In honor of 

Talk Like a Pirate Day

we once again are opening The PugRanch Tavern

originally posted on July 1, 2014

Enjoy!

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The PugRanch Tavern is Open!

To enter 

knock three times 

and

whisper the secret password

(Power of the Paw)

Yes!

Ahoy Mateys ! 

Come In - Come In!

Welcome to our humble establishment 

 and pray tell us

What's yur pleasure ???

We have the finest whiskeys & rums

aged to perfection

 set yourselves and let us

pour you a pint

as we await the arrival of 

Frankie Furter

 the Pirate King of Blogville

Oh doggie, look at those naughty lassies

Greta and Maggie Mae

they challenged the Weim Brothers to a drinking contest

Well blimey 

 you can see how that turned out!

It's almost time!! 

the excitement is building!

Gather ye round -

 Lily !  -  bring more rum !

while Stanley leads us in song

♫♫ Come all ye young doggies that follow the sea, ♫
to my way haye, blow the dog down,♫

♫ ♫ And pray pay attention and listen to me, ♫♫
Give me some time to blow the dog down.
♫ I'm a deep water sailor just in from Hong Kong, ♫
to my way haye, blow the dog down, 

if you'll give me some grog, I'll sing you a song,
♫ ♫ Give me some time to blow the dog down. ♫ ♫

♫ ♫ ♫

♫ 99 bottles of Rum on the wall ♫

 ♫ 99 bottles of Rum ♫

♫ We'll take one down ♫

♫ and pass it round♫

♫ then thar's 98 bottles of Rum on the wall ♫

♫ ♫ ♫

Come all ye pirates and lassies

Fill yur glasses and raise them high 

to 

Frankie Furter 

the Pirate King of Blogville!

There are good ships, and there are wood ships, 
The ships that sail the sea. 
But the best ships, are friendships, 
And may they always be.

A toast! A toast!

To all of Blogville a toast!

I wish you health, I wish you well, 

and happiness galore.

I wish you luck for you and friends; 

what could I wish you more?

May your joys be as deep as the oceans,

 your troubles as light as its foam.

And may you find, sweet peace of mind, 

where ever you may roam.

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We are the PugRanch Kids

Mabel & Hilda

with special appearances by 

Angel Greta, Angel Bailey, Angel Hazel, Angel Madi, Angel Stella Rose, Angel Sarge, 

Angel Easy, Angel Goose, Angel Shilo and Angel Dietzman

Sisters

Can you tell that I love my big sister Mabel?

I want to be just like her!

We are the PugRanch Kids

Mabel & Hilda

Almost Wordless Wednesday

Mom says someone has been losing their baby teeth

Now who could that be?

We are the PugRanch Kids

Mabel & Hilda

Five Years Later - Remembering Greta

On this day five years ago 

our Greta left us for the Rainbow Bridge.

A few days earlier she had eaten a poisonous mushroom 

and the toxins were just too much for her little body

At 2 1/2 years old, 

she was gone and my heart was shattered 

 

Greta was my inspiration for starting this blog

and I want to remember her today by sharing this tribute originally posted Sept 2014.

Greta Pug Munchskin - Truly One of a Kind

Greta Pug Munchskin

02/22/2012 - 09/09/2014

Stan and I have been loved by pugs for more than 20 years. 

Of course they all have been different 

with different personalities and quirks 

but there had never been a pug quite like Greta.

A personality so much larger than her little body. 

Everyone who met Greta loved her, 

she was so full of fun and naughtiness.

What ?    Naughty?   Me?

Greta did everything with an intensity hard to match, 

whether it was having fun, eating, obsessing over her ball,

and of course her love for us.

As a puppy, almost everything with Greta was a challenge. Sometimes I would get so frustrated but I was determined to meet the challenge. Imagine a little 6 lb pug puppy so full of fight, I could hardly get a collar on her to go to puppy class. Finally the day came when she would stand excitedly for me to put her halter or collar on. 

She did not want to be held! OH NO! 
So it became a daily ritual for me to pick her up and hold her till she quit struggling. 

And after time it turned into our daily ritual 

for me to pick her up and hold her like a baby 

and we gave each other love and kisses, every day.

To describe her as naughty would be an understatement. 

 Always into something I could not let her out of my sight.

Modifications were made throughout the house and yard

 just for Greta. 

Sections of x-pen blocked room corners so she couldn't take the rocks out of the plant pots. Stan made panels to block her from getting behind the couches.

 Fences were put up around flower beds
 to keep her from stripping branches off the bushes 

and eating the bark and the decorations.

She was way too smart. When still potty training we would leave up the x-pen panels to block her from the living room. It did not take her long to figure out - a little push here with her nose and a pull there with her teeth and she could move it out of her way. So a more permanent gate was mounted on the wall.

I would give her a chew bone in the morning to keep her busy so I could get ready for work, and again in the late evening to help her (and me) relax before bed and it was still her routine, giving me her "time for my bone, Mom" look.

We started training classes when she was just 4 months old 

She loved learning new things and going to class.

 I wanted her to do well but most of all 

I wanted her to have fun. 

I never could get her to sit straight at my side, 

she would always rock back on her little pug butt 

so she could look up at me.

 Her recalls were pawsome!
 I would call her and she would run to me 

as fast as she could.

 At our last show the judge said 

"hard to beat a recall like that!" 

At home she always ran to her crate 

when we would be leaving for work or shopping, 
but if I was around she wanted nothing to separate us. 

That even included riding in the car. 

She would have none of riding in her crate in the back seat, crying and ripping up the crate pads. 

Finally she was happy to ride in the front with her harness hooked to the seat belt where she could be by my side

As much as she loved me, she also loved her Dad.

 I found it funny that she would lay near me on the couch 

but would not snuggle, 
but she was always willing to be on her Dad's lap

 to "help" him take a nap. 


But when we went to bed at night 

it was usually my side she was glued to 
or she would be on the pillow above my head 

Some of my favorite memories are of her
running so fast through the big yard she would almost fly.

 She ran with such joy and abandon

On the day she got sick, 
she was having a wonderful time playing with friends
Murphy & Stanley

 and I am so thankful that we have these last pictures of her

running - smiling with ears flying

What precious memories to have

So we are trying to adjust to life without Greta,
whose energy and passion for life
 filled every aspect of our lives


I can sleep in on the weekends if I want to now, I don't get smothered with kisses at 6 am telling me I need to get up and feed her breakfast. At some point the hair pulling to wake me up stopped, but I could not tell you when.

I don't have to sneak dishes into the dishwasher anymore to keep Greta from climbing in with the dishes and riding the basket right into the dishwasher.

 Greta is no longer pulling at the couch cushion -  

her way of telling me,

 get off the computer Mom and play with me!. 

The velcro underneath made it sound like she was ripping the cushion to shreds and she knew I would come running.  

I don't have to worry about disturbing the little pug wrapped around my feet while I am getting ready in the morning

And I am no longer late for work 

because after 10 minutes outside

Greta has yet to find that perfect spot to pee

You would think that life would be easier now
but all of this was so much easier than losing her
and I would do it all over ten times and more
for Greta

Going through all the pictures,
 I came across one that was taken last summer
and I envision a scene just like this one day

Greta by my side as we walk together 
to greet the rest of the PugRanch Kids waiting at the Bridge



My Dear Sweet Naughty Greta
there will never be another quite like you
I still can't believe your gone

I love you Baby

Mom

We are the PugRanch Kids

Mabel & Hilda