I recently signed up for National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) through BlogHer, a media company specialized in blogging and social media. Basically all this means is that I have to publish a blog post everyday throughout the month of October, except Saturday’s and Sunday’s. The theme this month is simply: FALL. I have no idea what blogging every day will be like, but I do know that every single time I write, I learn something new. I’m excited to see what it will be this month. Now come on everybody, FALLow along with me!
This post is for Luke the pug. You didn’t think I could post everyday this month and not mention ole flat face did you?!
First of all, pugs do not like the heat. Their flat faces cause somewhat labored breathing on a regular day, but on a hot day they struggle profusely, panting after the slightest form of exertion. Jan & I like to warn each other, “let’s not overheat the pug dog,” before walks on the hottest of hot summer days. We take him on shorter walks; we don’t let him stay outside for long and we never let him sit in the sun or a hot car, not even for a few minutes.
In the fall, on cooler days, Luke gets to sleep out on the back porch. He make three or four full circles before lying down on his pug bed then happily listens to chirping birds, enjoys gentle breezes, and snoozes the day away. I’m told dogs do this as a way of feeling safe, comfortable, and establishing territory – all ancestral traits of undomesticated dogs and wolves. Little bit of trivia for you on the blog today. You’re welcome.
I snapped a quick picture of him through the window yesterday, but his pug ears perked up at the sound of my lens opening and he put his best pug face forward for a quick photo before settling back down.
He gave me an Errr? You done yet? kind of look.
Then… Zzzzzzz… back to sleep.
On a side note, Tiny Lady is in love with Luke. She watches him with interest almost as much as she watches Lance. She tries to touch his face, enjoys a stare down, and pats him whenever given the chance. She is also totally cool with him licking her face. Peww!
Lukey Pookie eats it up.
On the other hand, Lance doesn’t have too much patience for Luke these days. Luke gets in Lance’s way; he grabs at any snacks that happen to be in Lance’s hands, which forces him to carry his food high above his head in disgust. After supreme annoyance Lance sternly tells Luke, “I am going to throw you in the trash you pug!” Did I mention throwing things in the trash is Lance’s solution to anyone or anything that makes him mad?
Poor, poor Luke…
The Banter Lady
To read yesterday’s post click here: Falling behind?