
This weekend we watched Suge, a.k.a the Pug Thug (or Stitch, as Otis likes to call him). He was a blast, and a great dose of medicine for Abi. Abi has this horrible routine where she wakes up in the morning all hyper and happy to be alive, and we're all WTF dog, it's 7am. CHILL. OUT. So, half awake, one of us will stumble downstairs to take her out. Usually by the time we get back upstairs we're awake and ready to start our day. For Abi, however, it's time for Second Sleep, which we are rudely keeping her from as we get ready for work. She typically will settle herself down in "her" comfy leather chair and glare at us the rest of the morning until we walk out the door. With Suge in the house, however, Abi had to forego her Second Sleep. When Suge woke up, he wasn't ready to play. He was ready to PLAY. And while Abi glared crankily from her chair, he would be bouncing up and down in front of her, pawing at her face, begging her to play with him. We here in the Otis household call that payback.
I was also reminded how long it's been since I had a puppy in the house. I'd forgotten how much you have to watch them. As in ALL THE TIME. Suge has mutant razor teeth, capable of shredding any substance known to man in about 30 seconds. Including titanium. Every time I thought I'd given him a toy safe for him to chew, I'd blink and he'd have the thing reduced to a wad of string.
My favorite thing about Suge is his Pug Thug face. Every time he'd look up at us he'd have some version of it on, whether it was full on pug grill, or just a half smirk. I swear if they made tiny dog grills I'd totally get him a blinged out one. And he would totally rock it.