tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142650132009-02-20T19:28:32.733-08:00Sasha is a pug with vast and amazing super powers. For example, she can fly and is stronger than Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and The Incredible Hulk all put together. Fortunately, she chooses to use her powers for good instead of evil.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14785611150014340969noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14265013.post-1142193912853678392006-03-12T11:48:00.000-08:002006-03-12T12:07:06.506-08:00

Sasha is busy sleeping in a sunbeam (Why does it keep moving? Why?), but we are fortunate enough to have a special guest writer today. Please welcome Madam Scarlette who joins us today from her gypsy tent located deep in the mysterious and haunted woods of North Dakota. Madam Scarlette's inner eye has 20/20 vision and she is deeply gifted in the art of wrinklistry.Our second guest of today is

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We were hoping to give you pug meetup photos today, but the roads were too icy to drive accross the city, so we proudly presents bath day instead.The Supplies:Here is how bath day works at our house1. Take Sasha out for a pee - it takes a few hours for her to completely dry, and it's too cold to go out wet.2. Run about 3 inches of warm water and lay out all the supplies.3. Go downstairs and say,

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Everyone needs a Montage!At the risk of ripping off Willow and Belle, we created a montage today. We were going to use "Damn it feels good to be a gangsta" as the song, but it has the n word in it, which I object to. Instead, you get some Jane's Addiction. The beginning of this song makes Sasha slighty crazy.- LCreate your own video at One True Media

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Today, Sasha is 4 years old!To celebrate, she's done the following:- Eaten a can of tuna for brekkie- Romped in the snow without stupid booties on (I usually make her wear booties, but she doesn't like them. She had a great time playing, but then got cold and had to be carried home in my jacket - the reason I usually make her wear booties)- Had several bites of steak- Had a nap on the big bed

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Sasha's yearly vet visit was yesterday.We went in, and the vet was reviewing her file to see if she was due for rabies. After a couple of minutes, she got to the bit about the hemorrhagic gastroenteritis. "Oh, I remember Sasha! We thought for sure she was going to die! She was the sickest I ever saw a dog with this that lived. We were all so happy when she pulled through."This was news to me.

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I admit it. This blog is all a front. I am a crazy, dog-starving hag who never feeds her dog. Ever. Not even on Christmas.Look at those eyes. Do they look like the eyes of a dog that has had breakfast and dinner regularly? Do they look like they belong to a dog who gets treats daily and has bones and chewies? No, they are the eyes of a starved pug.Please, for Sasha's sake, call the SPCA before

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When I adopted Sasha, I never expected to make money. However, I also did not expect to spend as much money as I have. You see, despite the Superpug facade we use online, Sasha is the canine equivilant of that sickly kid in school - you know, the one with the leg braces and head gear and asthma inhaler. The one who makes it so no one can bring a single peanut butter M&M to school for fear of

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Evil Pink Pig surveyed the residence with a hungry glare in his eye. He knew the goods were somewhere in the Superpug Headquarters - the question was, where. He investigated the television and entertainment stand. Deciding that was much too obvious to be the Superpug's treasure and source of power.The toy bin yielded nothing but slobber-covered squeaky toys, and the couch, though squishy and

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Being a canine superhero has it's advantages, but just doesn't pay very well. To supplement her income so she has more cash to devote to development of the underground lair, Sasha moonlights as a model. Here is a recent shot of her done in the world-famous "Stair Landing" studio. It will be featured in ads for the Mommy's Jewelry Box necklace collection in magazines such as Pawple and

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Does anyone else get a kick out of the roll right over the pug butt they get when they sit? I think it's just the cutest thing. Sasha says to tell you she's not that portly, it's just the angle.

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In my playlist, I have "Been Caught Stealin" by Jane's Addiction. This song starts with a track of dog barking. This song started playing last night while Sasha and I were chillin out online. Sasha immediately started barking and growling at the awful and dangerous dogs inside the computer. Jeromy came over to see what the fuss was about. I played the part with the dogs barking again, and Sasha

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I think I forgot to tell you guys... the superpug can TALK.Click Here

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Required for leisurely home sewing for pleasure. Must enjoy attacking bits of string and discarded fabric. A passion for ribbon a plus. Apply within.I think the position has been filled.Edit: We think Black and Pink look great together too. Next time we sew a coat for the superpug, we will leave mor fabric in the neck area so it sits a little better. Still, considering I did this without a

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Here is a picture of Cindy. Grandma missed ME so much when I wasn't visiting that she had to get a pug of her own. I guess that makes her my aunty pug, but I'm older so I still get to be in charge. Once cindy figured out that Christmas means presents, and attention, and food, she was much happier than she appears in this picture.

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I don't know if it's the weather, or perhaps some demented pug New Years Resolution, but Sasha is becoming increasingly bossy.Case in point:1. We are not allowed to borrow a projector from work and project anything on her wall. If we dare, we are subjected to angry barking. You'd think it would be directed at the images on the wall, but no, it's directed as us.2. I am not allowed to switch

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We're alive and well, and very sorry we haven't been posting. See, the pug guardian and transcriptionist works for a tire company, and those places get busy in the fall.Hopefully it will die down soon. Here is a picture from Halloween. Sasha had a lovely costume, but was far too busy giving a dangerous and evil bone a stern chewing to properly pose.Edit: blogger doens't appear to be playing nice

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Hopefully none of her arch enemies will read this, but the pug is allergic to grass. I've started documenting our journey to manage this horrific tribulation here:http://itchypug.blogspot.com

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Crimefighting it just so exhausting.

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I had been keeping this lovely Chanel ribbon in my sewing box to use on something, someday. However, I did not realize that it was only masquerading as a ribbon. Luckily, Sasha recognizes danger easily and was willing and able to destroy this nefarious trimming for me.

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The setting sun reflected off of Sasha's ebony coat as she gazed pensively at the large circle etched into the grass in front of her. It made no sense. One day the park was a vast uninterrupted greenspace where the neighborhood doggies could frollick uninhibited by leashes. Sasha knew the dark red pebbles boded smething very sinister for the neighborhood, but could not pinpoint the cause or

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The superpug and I were playing a rousing game of fetch tonight when suddenly a blinding white light shon from above. For several minutes, Sasha sat transfixed, letting out the occasional growl. It was almost as if she was having a conversation with the mystery light. Being an unenlightened human, I was not privy to the details of the cosmic conversation, but I did know enough to sit quietly

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Check it out!http://www.pamperedpuppy.com/contest/200507/winners/index.phpNot only is she gorgeous and superfly - Sasha also wins contests. Never mind the comment underneath...we couldn't let the world know she's a superspy.

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Although Sasha's face is very well known throughout the land, she is very adept at disguising herself for undercover work.Check out the picture to the right. It was taken shortly after Sasha busted the Kim Jong Il Katz gang that was terrorizing the neighborhood with vandalism and graffiti. Through the intricate companion animal network, Sasha found out it was this gang, led by the Gweat and

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Although normally a very cheerful and upbeat pug, Sasha does not like it when the papparazi invade her private life, as evidenced in this photo Star magazine recently took for their "Superhero's Day Off" spread. Ya gotta admit, the pugmobile it pretty fly though.

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So there we are, walking in the park, minding our own business, when suddenly Sasha notices this poor destroyed Robin's egg. Being a champion of everything just and holy in this crazy world we live in, she instantly and determinedly declared war on whomever or whatever performed this dasturdly deed. Her keen sixth sense instantly informed Sasha that was no ordinary egg-massacre. There was a deep

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