I had to say goodbye to my buddy Louise a few weeks ago. Above is how I’d see her first thing in the morning – and below is her telling me that she’d helped me enough with research for one day.
Unlike the Pulse victims, she got to go peacefully at a ripe old age (a few months past her tenth birthday.)
Louise (in the lead) and Lily (following), out in the front yard, seven winters ago.
Who watches the WatchPug?
Well, me – both then (2007) and now, even though its been a little over a year since Lily (2005-2013) died.
Don’t ask why, but I was just doing a Google search on “terminal flatulence,” a phrase that popped up occasionally in National Lampoon in the 1970s (and for those who don’t remember the context, well…all I can say is: find old issues of the Lampoon.)
Under Google Images, this was one of the hits:
I’m afraid to break the news to my buddy Louise.
The elder pug of the house – Lily, snoring earlier this week.
Hey…
There’s a croc; there’s a pug…
all, approximately two weeks ago.
Okay, whaddaya want? Its late!
It was just long enough to let my pug Louise get out of the car to poop.
Last night Mark Sanford (R) easily won the special election to fill South Carolina’s 1st Congressional District. He received 54 percent of the vote compared to Democrat Elizabeth Colbert Busch who go[t] only 45 percent.
I now feel that Louise’s assessment of the state is justified.
She, however…
…hangs her head in shame at the thought of living in a nation that would allow not just Mark Sanford but also David Vitter to serve in Congress. (She prefers to not even think about Michele Bachmann, Steve King and Louie Gohmert.)
My buddy Louise, about three years ago.
Lily and Louise – snoozing together about a year ago.
