From The Past: January 24, 2009

Since I have this inner clock thing going on, I know it is about 7:45. If I play this right, I may get my nightly treat a few minutes early.

My treat time is 8 PM and I know when it’s 8:00. I’m a smart Pug and I can tell time no matter what you silly people may think. Sometimes when my mom is laying on the bed reading I walk right up beside her face and stare down at her like a vulture. By doing this I am trying to tell her that it is almost time for my treat. I don’t think she is so great at telling time. Sometimes I accidentally sneeze while looking down at her. I think this may annoy her, but it is a very effective way of getting her up on her feet rather quickly.

She reads a lot. Some nights I try standing beside her bed and barking, but when this does not work; I have resorted to climbing on her chest and sitting like a brick. Okay, maybe five or twenty bricks. I flatly refuse to move until she tells dad to get me my treats.

Tonight mom sat in her desk chair at 7:45. She had her feet resting criss-cross in the chair. I knew if I sat under the desk, she couldn’t put her feet down without noticing me.

Here I am under the desk:

She took that picture of me and told dad how cute I was; like I was trying to be cute!

Here I am giving her the ole stink eye. You can tell I am getting ticked with her picture-taking. I just want treat!

I guess my fierce stink eye voodoo worked on her because right after she took these pictures, I got my treat! Who’s your main Pug now, Baby?!