Fergus Sugarplum Sandwich
Not every dude dog could successfully pull off pretty pink shades. But me? I’ve got what it takes to make it happen. 

It = Be handsome as heck in lady shades. 

Doin’ it.

Not every dude dog could successfully pull off pretty pink shades. But me? I’ve got what it takes to make it happen.

It = Be handsome as heck in lady shades.

Doin’ it.

Please. Don’t. Stop. The belly scratches. Both of you. This is like … 

Like, I’m not really sure what heaven might be like? I imagine kibble on every surface. Floors made of peanut butter filled bones. Floors you can pee on if you want and still be a good boy. Squeaky toys of every shape a d size. Bright patches of sunshine for napping in. And … This! 

Double hand upright belly scratches. Heaven.

Please. Don’t. Stop. The belly scratches. Both of you. This is like …

Like, I’m not really sure what heaven might be like? I imagine kibble on every surface. Floors made of peanut butter filled bones. Floors you can pee on if you want and still be a good boy. Squeaky toys of every shape a d size. Bright patches of sunshine for napping in. And … This!

Double hand upright belly scratches. Heaven.

Yesterday was the best day of my life, guys!
Let me tell you what happened. 
Lady Person was running around and doing all sorts of things and making dinner, and she fed me. I snarfed that kibble up so fast, because everybody knows that’s how you eat kibble. And then, a little while later, Dude Person was like, “Hey, did you feed Fergus?” And — wait for it — Lady Person said, “No, can you feed him?”
Up until the moment the kibble hit the bowl, I was waiting for her to remember that I’d already had first dinner. To stop Dude Person from serving up my second dinner. But she didn’t. And I snarfed that kibble up just as fast as I snarfed up the first dinner — because … you know why! 
Like I said — best day of my life!! I’m basically walking on sunshine. SUNSHINE guys!

Yesterday was the best day of my life, guys!

Let me tell you what happened. 

Lady Person was running around and doing all sorts of things and making dinner, and she fed me. I snarfed that kibble up so fast, because everybody knows that’s how you eat kibble. And then, a little while later, Dude Person was like, “Hey, did you feed Fergus?” And — wait for it — Lady Person said, “No, can you feed him?”

Up until the moment the kibble hit the bowl, I was waiting for her to remember that I’d already had first dinner. To stop Dude Person from serving up my second dinner. But she didn’t. And I snarfed that kibble up just as fast as I snarfed up the first dinner — because … you know why! 

Like I said — best day of my life!! I’m basically walking on sunshine. SUNSHINE guys!

LOVELY + FERGUS SLUMBER PARTY!!

LOVELY + FERGUS SLUMBER PARTY!!

You. Yes, you. Did you just change the channel? Without asking me? Like I’m not even here or don’t even matter or whatever? 
You might want to rethink that move. 
Back to the puppies show. Now. Or else. You don’t want to see me get mad … you wouldn’t like me when I get mad. 

You. Yes, you. Did you just change the channel? Without asking me? Like I’m not even here or don’t even matter or whatever? 

You might want to rethink that move. 

Back to the puppies show. Now. Or else. You don’t want to see me get mad … you wouldn’t like me when I get mad. 

SUNSHINE! It’s back! I missed it. Walks are fine, but what I really need to be happy is a good wrestle in the dog park. But when it’s raining — which is what it did the past two days pretty much nonstop — the dog park is a big mud soup with no dogs in it … so walks are all we get. 
But today! DOG PARK! There were wrestles, chases, tuggies, sticks … and a lot of muscling. And I was a very good boy and stayed clear of the giant mud puddles. There was one big, shaggy sheepdog who rolled in it and ooooooh he basically looks like a mud monster. Whatever that is. 
Anyway … yay sunshine! Happy Christmas Eve!

SUNSHINE! It’s back! I missed it. Walks are fine, but what I really need to be happy is a good wrestle in the dog park. But when it’s raining — which is what it did the past two days pretty much nonstop — the dog park is a big mud soup with no dogs in it … so walks are all we get. 

But today! DOG PARK! There were wrestles, chases, tuggies, sticks … and a lot of muscling. And I was a very good boy and stayed clear of the giant mud puddles. There was one big, shaggy sheepdog who rolled in it and ooooooh he basically looks like a mud monster. Whatever that is. 

Anyway … yay sunshine! Happy Christmas Eve!

Does Santa have a dog? Do you think we should leave some kibble out on Christmas eve? You know … for Santa’s dog? I’m sure he feels left out, what with the reindeer getting all of the attention all the time. It just isn’t right. Dogs are waaaaay cooler than reindeers. And if he’s a frenchie? Pffft … game over. 
Want me to be in charge of the kibble? 

Does Santa have a dog? Do you think we should leave some kibble out on Christmas eve? You know … for Santa’s dog? I’m sure he feels left out, what with the reindeer getting all of the attention all the time. It just isn’t right. Dogs are waaaaay cooler than reindeers. And if he’s a frenchie? Pffft … game over. 

Want me to be in charge of the kibble? 

I’m getting ready to go have some holiday brunchies in the Far East Bay — which I assume is a magical place where the streets are made out of peanut butter-filled bones and it rains bacon grease. 

If there are no chin scratches or clumsy-floor-crumbs, I am going to leave the WORST Yelp review.

I’m getting ready to go have some holiday brunchies in the Far East Bay — which I assume is a magical place where the streets are made out of peanut butter-filled bones and it rains bacon grease.

If there are no chin scratches or clumsy-floor-crumbs, I am going to leave the WORST Yelp review.

Pssst … Up here! Daylight savings time happened or something, so now I have to creep up the stairs to find some sunshine around here.  But don’t worry from here I can still totally hear if you walk into the kitchen and rustle pretty much anything, and I’ll come running. You could just bring my treats up here if you wanted to … That’d be cool. No? Meh … Worth a try.

Pssst … Up here! Daylight savings time happened or something, so now I have to creep up the stairs to find some sunshine around here. But don’t worry from here I can still totally hear if you walk into the kitchen and rustle pretty much anything, and I’ll come running. You could just bring my treats up here if you wanted to … That’d be cool. No? Meh … Worth a try.

This is my new friend Buttercup (on the right). We met at the Frenchie meetup last weekend. She’s pretty cool … and if you can’t tell from our picture, she’s my new “playing tuggies with a stick” BFF. 
We basically tug-of-warred that stick into a pile of splinters … she’s got real stamina, this Buttercup. I dig her. 
I’d have so many jowl splinters for her … 

This is my new friend Buttercup (on the right). We met at the Frenchie meetup last weekend. She’s pretty cool … and if you can’t tell from our picture, she’s my new “playing tuggies with a stick” BFF. 

We basically tug-of-warred that stick into a pile of splinters … she’s got real stamina, this Buttercup. I dig her. 

I’d have so many jowl splinters for her … 

Here’s why happens. Lady Person disappears, like, forever, comes back smelling like lions, and somehow this means that I have to take a bath. How is that even fair? 

Baths are the worst. Someone get me something medium smelly to roll around in, stat!

Here’s why happens. Lady Person disappears, like, forever, comes back smelling like lions, and somehow this means that I have to take a bath. How is that even fair?

Baths are the worst. Someone get me something medium smelly to roll around in, stat!

This post is only for Dude Person’s Mama: Do you need extra kickles today? (Kickles = Kicks + Giggles) I think you might. Dude Person told me you had surgery yesterday. I don’t exactly know what that means, but he made a worried face, so I’m guessing that it isn’t a kind of treat. So even thought I didn’t have anything really to say today, I had to say something. You know … for your kickles! 
You’re basically my biggest fan … and I’m a big fan right back atcha! Take care — and feel better soon so you can come and visit and give me chin scratches. (I LOVE CHIN SCRATCHES!)
xoxo
Fergus Sugarplum Sandwich

This post is only for Dude Person’s Mama: Do you need extra kickles today? (Kickles = Kicks + Giggles) I think you might. Dude Person told me you had surgery yesterday. I don’t exactly know what that means, but he made a worried face, so I’m guessing that it isn’t a kind of treat. So even thought I didn’t have anything really to say today, I had to say something. You know … for your kickles! 

You’re basically my biggest fan … and I’m a big fan right back atcha! Take care — and feel better soon so you can come and visit and give me chin scratches. (I LOVE CHIN SCRATCHES!)

xoxo

Fergus Sugarplum Sandwich

Sun bathing. Who needs a beach? Over-rated. I don’t need sand in my jowls to have a good time. A little sun spot face plant is good enough for me. I mean … Who needs to be high maintenance like that? Pfffft.

Sun bathing. Who needs a beach? Over-rated. I don’t need sand in my jowls to have a good time. A little sun spot face plant is good enough for me. I mean … Who needs to be high maintenance like that? Pfffft.

Fergus Flashback Friday. Once upon a time, when Fergus was only a handful of puppy. 

Fergus Flashback Friday. Once upon a time, when Fergus was only a handful of puppy. 

Lazy Sunday means I pretty much get to treat Dude Person like my own personal day bed. I don’t know if I get this whole “football” thing, but as long as it results in copious amounts of couch cuddles, I think I can get behind it.

Lazy Sunday means I pretty much get to treat Dude Person like my own personal day bed. I don’t know if I get this whole “football” thing, but as long as it results in copious amounts of couch cuddles, I think I can get behind it.