New Suspect

I got the warrant for Father's arrest from the DA (my Mother). However, when I went to the guest room to arrest him, I saw my Mother right there assisting him in his crimes. They were putting holes in the wall and then attaching rods to them. How could she? This whole time, Mother was on my side, helping me solve the case. I guess she was a mole, spying on my operations for Daddy while she wouldn't be suspected.

(We pretty much couldn't get in that room for awhile)
Today, they loaded all of the rest of our belongings onto a truck and brought them over to the scene of the crime. After all the boxes and furniture were unloaded, they locked me up in my crate and left me all alone in this strange place. I knew I shouldn't have let them know I was on to their heinous acts.

(I sure hope it doesn't stay like this long!)

They came back and unpacked all of the boxes and moved the furniture around. It was while they left me in my crate that I did some thinking. It occurred to me that they weren't giving our stuff away or stealing it, but that this was our new home. We moved.


I like our new place because I have more room to run around.

In light of recent events, I have decided to drop all charges. However, I will be pressing charges against Mommy for keeping me in the car when she went into Subway and didn't share. I will also be pressing charges against both Mommy and Daddy for locking me in my crate amongst mountains of boxes in a new place that I am unfamiliar with!

I think I might be stuck!

The Plot Thickens

Last night, Mother packed up random items in her car, put me on my leash and took me to this new apartment. I found the missing boxes and other items. Daddy was there. I guess they stole him and put him to work. When I got there, he was standing on plastic and coloring the wall. I was excited to see him. But before I could say "HI" I had to conduct my investigation.

Lacking a team of forensic scientists and investigators, I had no time to lose. I ran through all the rooms, Jack Bauer style, to make sure the rooms were secured and our stuff was there. Satisfied that no one was coming in or leaving, I began my closer investigation. I use the "Sniff technique" which I learned on a k-9 cop show on Animal Planet. Animal Planet is very useful for distance learning, by the way.

Mommy kept trying to get in my way by taking pictures and getting me to look at her. Which was both helpful and a distraction. The pictures are for the evidence file.

While, I looked for obscure evidence, I enlisted Mommy as my Chief Forensic Officer. I sent her to the bathroom and bedrooms with her chemicals and rags and had her inspect all the surfaces.

Meanwhile, Daddy kept coloring.


Hmmmm.....Items and boxes seem to disappear at the same time Daddy leaves and he was already at the crime scene and he was coloring on the wall.

Was he hiding evidence?!

I think we may have found our main suspect. I'll continue my investigation, but I may need a warrant.

Suspicious Activities

Alert: There have been reports and sightings of suspicious activities occurring in my home. Boxes are piling up, things are being pulled out of closets and thrown on the floor, and personal belongings are slowly disappearing. No matter where I go or what I do it's becoming increasingly difficult to maneuver through the apartment. Boxes that used to be on the floor are no longer there and have been replaced with new ones.

Last night, while the parents were sleeping, I got out of bed and inspected the place. I stealthily creeped around the apartment and ate a few Kleenexes for stamina. When I was sure the place had been secured and saw no new activity going on, I jumped back into bed (I really need to work on my landing, I woke up Mommy and she became privy to my activities. I hope she doesn't suspect that I am on to her).

Where is this stuff going? I don't know, but I have to remain on high alert.

I will keep you posted. More to follow later.

Reunited Again

As you know, I've spent the last two weeks in the country without my parents. Yesterday, they finally came back to get me! I missed them a lot; mostly I missed sleeping in a king size bed! Things are sort of back to normal, I haven't seen Mommy much because her friend got married this weekend and she was the matron of honor in her wedding. We're going to get to go home tomorrow, finally. It's going to be a busy week though because we are moving to a new apartment! I hope there will be a king size bed in our new apartment!


This is a floor pillow Grandma H bought awhile back. It looked really soft and comfy and I really wanted to lay on it, but I wasn't sure if I could.

I got really tired waiting for permission.

I thought I'd just take my chances. It's not like I'm going to get in huge trouble right? Plus, you can't blame me too much because it looks just like a big dog bed. I told Mommy not to include this picture because I look goofy, but she obviously isn't listening to me today.

I guess it was OK that I laid on it. I kept getting my picture taken and no one told me to get off.

While Daddy was working and Mommy was off exploring Manhattan, stalking celebrities, spending money from a paycheck she hasn't received yet, sleeping in fancy Hilton beds and drinking cappuccinos at the WRONG "original cappuccino" cafe-I spent the week in the country with both sets of Grandparents and Uncles. Although I got to run around the yards off-leash, I still spent my nights sleeping in my cold, metal wired crate, was home-schooled in dog obedience and worst of all had to follow rules.

At Grandpa and Grandma H's, I'm pretty much allowed to do whatever I want except for playing behind the TV-something about wires and cords. I think that is part of the fun. Other than that, the rules or more like guidelines are the same as they are at home-where I am in charge.

At Grandpa and Grandma C's house, it is a completely different story. First of all, Grandpa is in charge of that pack and even though he's got five other people underneath him, I'm pretty sure I'm second or third in charge. My Grandma and Uncles have nothing on me. Second of all, I'm not allowed on any furniture. I'm not even allowed to prop myself up to take a peak at who is up there to play with. Third, Grandpa always puts a treat in front of my nose, tell me to sit or lie down, then he'll walk away. It tortures me to stare at this treat in front of my face, sometimes I feel like stealing it when he is in the other room, but if I do that, then we repeat the whole scenario all over again. He also tried to get me to roll over. We'll see how that goes this week.

Anyways, my parents are home now but they won't be picking me up until the end of this week. That's OK because I still get a lot more freedom here in the country. I may have to sleep in my crate during the nights, but at home I"d be in my crate during the day while everyone is at work.

I hope they bring me back something cool!

Long Time No Post!

I know it's been a long time since I've made my last post, but really it isn't my fault. You see, Mother has been very busy lately and I can't type very well by myself. My paws aren't that flexible and my dew claws tend to get in the way. It's also hard to gain access to the computer when I'm stuck in my crate all day. Which, brings me to todays topic of conversation.


Mommy got a job and now I have no one to play tug with, chew on, bark at or chase. Sigh. Eight hours is a long time to be by myself especially in a small, well-contained area. The parents tried to give me more space by leaving me in the kitchen. Asides from the occasional crumbs, I did not like it much in there for I tend to slip and slide all over the linoleum. Plus, I can't see what's going on in the living room, and my paws deserve something soft and cushioned to walk and or lie on-such as a couch. I'm a trustworthy Pug...at least behind one's back. I think I've proven that to Mommy. When she leaves me downstairs while she is upstairs, I'll lay on the couch and quietly await her return. It's only when I feel neglected and frustrated that I decide to act out and jump up on top of the coffee table. By the way, foil wrapped, Reese's peanut butter easter eggs are absolutely delicious! I love the peanut butter inside.
All I do now is just sleep all day and I don't even get to watch Animal Planet anymore. I miss watching Animal Cops and K-9 to 5. Now tell me, how am I supposed to learn how to be a police dog if I can't even watch my heroes in action?

This morning I woke Mommy up about 45 minutes before her alarm went off. About 20 minutes before I knew she had to get up, I decided I had enough sleep. It seemed to aggravate her...I think I'm on to something.