Big Houseguest!

Our big houseguest arrived yesterday morning. I'm not talking big as in famous, like a movie star. No, I'm taking big as in size. Think big like a horse. But not a horse, thankfully, but a dog. A big dog named Rudy!

Rudy is one of my best pals. I've known him since his parents rescued him about 8 years ago. Rudy is a mastiff and when he first came to live with our neighbors the Franzens, he was really skinny. He had been abused, was skittish, and very afraid. His new dad Carl, took him under his wing and trained him to perfection.

Rudy is going to be 10 next month, so he's an old guy like me. He has problems getting up after he's been lying down, so Dad has to help him get on his feet. He also has problems on our kitchen floor, so Mom put runners and rugs on the floor.

Rudy has been hanging out in the family room, where it's carpeted, but that's also where my stuffies are. Which one did Rudy grab first? Pendleton! What is it about that guy that everyone loves?

Rudy just can't get enough of Pendleton and for now Pendleton is still in one piece. I'm not sure if Pendleton will survive the week, but if I see him getting destroyed I will have Mom put him away.

Just look at Pendleton's face! Pure terror I tell you. I felt sorry for him, but what could I do? I didn't want to be the one to take Pendleton away from Rudy because I don't think he would listen to me. Rudy is very mellow and is definitely a lover, not a fighter, but I didn't want to take my chances.

Rudy wouldn't eat because he was nervous so when Mom talked to his mom this morning, she said to pour some bacon grease on his food and then he would eat. Bacon grease? Yippee! Dad is going to make bacon. Here I am in the kitchen supervising the bacon making. I didn't want anything to happen to my favorite food in the whole world. Dad and I had BLT's while Rudy ate his food.

Mom and Dad are not use to having a big dog in the house and Rudy gets into everything. He's very nosey like me as you can see. I think he was eyeing tonight's dinner in the refrigerator. Too bad there's not enough steak for Rudy because I think he would love it.

Rudy wanted to help make the BLT's but Dad didn't really need any help. My dad knows BLT's like the back of his hand and needs no help.

After we ate it was time for a nap. Rudy found a nice cool place in front of the patio doors. He is still sleeping there because I think he likes the nice cool breezes coming into the house. It's a nice cool 73 degrees - perfect pug weather.

I mostly sleep on the sofa next to Mom, but Mom decided I needed to sleep by myself. Whatever. She decided that she would take lots of pictures while we slept today. Who does that sound like? I feel like my good buddy Salinger. Can't a pug just take a nap without being bothered by a crazy woman snapping pictures? Sheesh.

I thought you might like a close-up of me sleeping. I'm dreaming about dinner and ignoring the photographer. Check out my cool white eyelashes. Chicks dig them.

Rudy is going for a walk in a little while when Dad and I eat our steaks. Rudy gets a walk every night and if he doesn't go on his specific route he gets grumpy. Have a good time Rudy, the steak is calling my name.