
I am all up in you bidness. aight?
This is a blog about Walter the Pug. He was hit by a car on July 10th, 2009 but miraculously survived! He's still in therapy and wears little shoe to walk, but he loves life and everyone with wild abandon. I'm serious. He's dragged me up to homeless people and Republicans with equal excitement. He does not discriminate against race, gender or social class. Anyone can be the target of Wally's kisses and goggle-eyed freaky love... Especially you!
Walter and I stayed up all night. He couldn't get comfortable and he was limping badly, favoring his right rear leg. He kept getting off the bed and looked for a semi-private place to lay down so I built him a fort. I fashioned it after a dogs den...but with a wicker basket and my heated lavender scented eye pillow. I put his water bowl right next to him so he wouldn't have to walk far for water.
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Oh yeah baby...we got all the good stuff in one place. Can you dig it? Poh-Lee, Pengie and the fancy dog bed he only just started using right now in this way to accomodate both his loves...life is good in the three-way lane. 
I bought wally a new bear, in anticipation for when Poh-lee dies an (un)natural death. You can see how much he loves it. He reminds me of my Jamaican friend who said (of Minnesota) "Heatha- dis place ain't got no riddim." A beautiful way to phrase so very many things. Sorry Wally, momma will try harder, but lets remember how you first reated to Poh-lee...
Okay, I'm the one who looks Russian in my new old man's winter hat...but Walter has the stoic countenance of a communist Bureaucrat, no? Today we went to the hardware store and Wally sat very nicely in the shopping cart. Only on the way out did I notice the "No Dogs" sign. What?? Who says there are no dictatorships in America! There's plenty!
Walter somehow knows when I'm getting ready to leave well in advance of me walking through the door. A shower is the first red flag. Then clothing. (okay, some days I work from home in my pyjamas. Maybe most days.) THEN if i put makeup on, I get this look, I call it the "I can't believe you're doing this to me" look. Then after I leave he sits in the window and gazes folornly out, letting all who pass by what a maltreated orphan he is. Sigh.

We moved, and bought a big sleigh bed, which is lovely but far too tall for Wallymon to jump up on to. So I bought him a pet ramp and had it installed alongside the far side of the bed. I love it because you can't see it when you walk into the room and Walter loves it, as it allows unhampered comings and goings as well as silent all-night treat retrievals. (See half milkbone treat on ramp in first pic)
I let Walter lick a little tiny bit of marscapone from my finger today and WHAMMO! (Refer back to the mayonnaise-is-like-crack addiction blog.) Now I guess marscapone is like crack too... (little black lips, num num num!) Anyway, he's been begging me for more marscapone ALL day and we're in the process of moving and I wanted to give him some treat, and one that wasn't fattening...so I bought him a little bun-bun at the bun-bun store. You can see how much he enjoys it. He actually did grab it out of my hand at first, but only to go PA-TOOEY! and spit it out behind him so I would CONCENTRATE on his NEEDS and STOP with the freaking bun-bun! Anyway, this is their forced protrait.