Heavens, it has been a while!

One guess as to who this is:

I know, I'm not keeping up. Chester has been up to no good, but then he's supremely the best dog ever, Bugsy is very very good, but has been bad, and Erwin is... Erwin. And Marley lives to go to the shop with me where she has attempted to train me, but I'm a slow learner. She walks into the kitchenette and expects a treat. She doesn't always get one, and it degenerates into the war of the wills, with her making a single "YARK!" every 2 minutes until either I cave in, or she forgets what she was talking about. We're running 50/50.

What I really wanted to post about

Rescuing a pug (or any dog, for that matter) is really fun because you get to discover things about them. Odd little behaviors, like the way Bugsy "kills" a tennis ball -- I have to put that on YouTube and I'll link it here. Or the way Chester's tail had been pulled by a little kid, so he's sensitive and one day chased his tail and caught it. Or how both of them will stand on the table at the cafe, humiliating me.

So the other day I made a discovery about Wee Erwin. It makes me doubt his claim that he is actually a pug. Either that or he's a really good pug in that he's a supreme hedonist. You see, Erwin likes a little foot massage. Seriously. He likes you to handle and gently massage his feet, and it will put him to sleep. I have a witness. I would try to video that, however I'm fairly sure it won't work. Or Wee will prove me wrong. Who knows.

When I mow the lawn, Erwin follows me around to make sure I'm OK. The other pugs just hang out, so only Wee gets greenfeet. It's hysterical.