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Starbucksing... a photo journal
I Got a New WebPage... WHICH IS EXCELLENT!!!
Ewww!
Invasion of the Not Daddy Bring Home Cat
My Mommy's Romantic Boo Dwar
Other Pugs Love Puters, Too!
Maxy's Mea Culpa
Daddy Isn't Really Bad
Renovashuns are Pooey
Mean Things in My Head

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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Starbucksing... a photo journal

It's no secret... I LOVES ME SOME STARBUCKSING!!! So tonight-- after mummy went and did fun things, then did RedSox things, then came home saaaaad because the RedSox were baaaaad. Well, tonight we got to go STARBUCKSING!

Even though it was late, because mum was sad, and Starbucks makes her happy, which is EXCELLENT!

So first, we go to the yell-at-the-box place.



Then, we go to the bark-at-them window and whine for treats

(even though we don't like their hard kind).



THIS is what it looks like from the other side. I'm very cute.



But then... it's over.



Which is soooo not excellent. But we'll get to go again soon... which is!

Labels: photography, pugs, sad mommies, starbucksing

posted at 4:16 PM by Maxwell Der Wünderpug :: 5 woofs in response (click to add a woof):: permalink

Thursday, April 17, 2008
I Got a New WebPage... WHICH IS EXCELLENT!!!

My Daddy is EXCELLENT!! People were mean to me this weekend, so he gave me a prize. Was it a greenie? No. Was it the new treats I like that have kitties on the bag but are not for kitties, so mommy makes the bag point the other way? No. Was it a new Mister Squeakers, which is Maxy's little toy that he likes to make smunky, which is wet and snot-covered and yummy? No.

IT'S A WEBSITE OF MY VERY OWN!!!

soooooooooooo excellent!

Here I am going to has a Max Store! And pictures! And other maxypuggy things that are excellent!

YAY DADDY!

Labels: excellentness, good daddies, good dogs, maxwell the pug, pugs, sites, web pages

posted at 3:37 PM by Maxwell Der Wünderpug :: 3 woofs in response (click to add a woof):: permalink

Monday, March 24, 2008
Ewww!

So I was having ridies with mum and omg it was so fun and I wanted my treats but wait!

NO TREATS!

And that was baaaaad but mum said "blah, Maxy, blah treats blah sit blah calmdown blah."

Yeah I know, me either. She's weird. I got the treat and the sit part but wtpuggyf?


Anyway it was ok cuz we went ridies more and I smelled the air and got pugsnot on the winshield, which was EXCELLENT! Then mum stopped at Store and it was baaaaad but then she came back, which was EXCELLENT and wait- YES!!!

TREATS!!!

Treats are so good, and yummmm they taste like dropped on floor things and ohhh my yessss!

Then Maxy looked at the bag and sniffed and it smelled nice but... but... ummmm

whazzat? Whazzat on the bag? Whazzat-not-puglike-thing-on-the-bag????

AAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK!!!

No, no, noNOnOooonOOnNOOOOOooooooooo!! Thazza cat! Thazza nasty icky furrybally icky nono cat! I ATE CAT TREATS!!!

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I think I'm gonna be sick.

Labels: bad mommies, cats gross, pugs, ridies, treats

posted at 8:38 PM by Maxwell Der Wünderpug :: 4 woofs in response (click to add a woof):: permalink

Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Invasion of the Not Daddy Bring Home Cat

When mummy has long lie-downs my life is boooooring! So after mum had a week of long lie-downs and daddy grumpiness we finally-- FINALLY!!-- got to go ridies.

*sigh*

We got up this morning and mum said "blah blah driving blah" and that means ridies. WOOHOO! Daddy growled, mommy growled back, and we got to go!

We went Post Officing. Then we went Banksing and I got a cookie. Then we went Starbucksing and I got another cookie, which was so totally excellent! Then we went Marketing but mean teenagers teased me touching the car baaaaaaad teenagers! Then we went HOME. We got out and there was snow still and there was prancing in the driveway because we were proud... but then... but then...

THERE WAS A CAT!!!!! No! Bad! Max barking make runnings and chase bad cat away!!! Maxy ran and ran and chased and barked mean barkings at the bad cat! Only...

Wait... where is mommy?

*ohno*

Now Maxwell is baddog and nostupid and rottenfurrybastarding from mommy, who is lying in the snow with red leaking from her head and Starbucks not-in-cup-but-in-snow and nooooooooooooooooooooooo---baddog.

But it was EXCELLENT the way she did like birdies and went aaaalllll around in a circle in the sky for a minute there. Now I have to hide because I'm a baddog-no-stupid-pug-idiot-dog. I don't even care though cuz that was NOT a daddy-bring-home cat. It was a no-yard-trouble cat, which is really nothing more than a squirrel that smells like fish.

Mmmjustsayin'. Pugs gotta do what pugs gotta do.

Labels: bad pugs, cats, invasions, mommies flying, ridies

posted at 5:23 PM by Maxwell Der Wünderpug :: 2 woofs in response (click to add a woof):: permalink

Friday, January 18, 2008
My Mommy's Romantic Boo Dwar

Romance has been in the news a lot lately because an old lady stole a bunch of words and made everyone upset. I don't know what that has to do with romance. I thought romance was what happened when mum and dad were making not-hurt-funny-noises in the boo dwar, which is where they also sleep, watch television, and yell buggroff. But now that I think about it... romance usually involves mum and dad and mum is often telling dad not to put words in her mouth which makes no sense. Maybe he took some out and tried to put them back.

Yeah. That's prolly what the old lady did.

Anyway, some people who do writing-writes at THE WASHINGTON POST, which is something puppies pee on but it has words, asked a lot of romance writers to share pictures of their boo dwars. One of mummy's favorite computer pages are talking about it: HERE. I'm confused.

First, I know mommy is a writing-writer and it's about romance. I hear things.

Second, I know the boo dwar has something to do with romance and not-hurting-noises (see entry regarding biting daddy).

Third, I know what the boo dwar looks like. I can't figure out how anyone would get pictures of it since mum and dad close the door when they are not in there, kick everyone out when they are in there making not-hurting-noises, and turn out all the lights when they are sleeping and let puggies in. Plus whenever anyone blocks the television daddy yells buggroff.

Also, the piles of laundry would probably block the shot.

This whole romance thing makes no sense. I bet writing-write romancey is why mommmy is strange. It would be bound to effect her eventually!

Labels: boo dwars, confusion, pugs, romance, writing-write

posted at 12:26 PM by Maxwell Der Wünderpug :: 2 woofs in response (click to add a woof):: permalink

Saturday, January 12, 2008
Other Pugs Love Puters, Too!

Wow! My auntie Diana sent mummy a very excellent link with another puggie who loves puters!

Come see, it's NEAT:

Pug Lovin' Puter

Thanks, auntie D, that was excellent!

Labels: licks, pug spit, pugs puters lovin, slobbers

posted at 11:36 AM by Maxwell Der Wünderpug :: 3 woofs in response (click to add a woof):: permalink

Friday, January 04, 2008
Maxy's Mea Culpa

Maxy, protected by daddy but SAD

Ibit daddy.

I know what you're thinking. NO BITING! I understand that this is a bigger rule that can get puggies into big trouble. Really, I do. But even love-buggy pugs like me have to draw the line. It's a hostile world. A pug has to stand up.

So on the day when biggers fall down and make noise while somebody called Dicklark talks about a ball-- which, btw, he never played with once while I was watching-- I bit daddy. It happened like this:

Mommy and daddy were on the couch and mommy went to get up and daddy shoved mommy down and yelled. So I bit him. I love daddy but NO SHOVING MOMMIES is a pug rule so he got bit. Since he seems to use most of his lower bits a lot I bit his face, which looks funny anyway so I figured it wouldn't show.

Only nooooo bad Max. ??????

WT Puggy F?

I guess I am not in charge of when mommy is getting hurt or scared anymore because I blew the call on that one. To be honest, an awful lot of what mommy and daddy do looks pretty unpleasant, which is why daddy likes to say "OUT Maxy" and slam the door sometimes. Only pugs have good hearing. OutMaxy time is funny noise time usually. Plus sometimes OutMaxy time is after Wrestle time and that makes me nervous.

I'm trying to be a good boy here, ok? Cut me a puggy break!

Anyway, mommy got REALMAD at me and was going to do the baddog loudshouts. She had that look that makes me run then crouch and be sad and scared. Only guess what?

DADDY RESCUED ME!

Yup, even though I dented his face and made growlings he scooped me up and said "NO, Badjia," (that's daddy for mommy) "blah blah Maxy blah blah, sweetheart" (that's also daddy for mommy).

PHEW! That was close, friends. I love daddy so much, but he's just NOT ALLOWED to hurt mommy. Mommy is first bigger and everybody else has to be nice to her. I'm not having it any other way!

Still... this was a scary time for me and I think I now understand that I am never to bite daddy even if he makes mommy make noises. She doesn't always SEEM to be making happy noises, but these biggers are very odd. You can't always tell. So I guess daddy knew what he was doing with the OutMaxy thing.

Labels: bad dogs, biting, good daddy, mad mommy, pugs mad

posted at 11:53 AM by Maxwell Der Wünderpug :: 4 woofs in response (click to add a woof):: permalink