‘Twas the Night before Christmas

'Twas the Night before Christmas

Twas the Night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Pug;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Santa Pug soon would be there;

The Pugs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar cookies danced in their heads;
Then all of the sudden, there arose such a clatter,
The Pugs sprang from there beds to see what was the matter;

Away to the window they flew like a flash,
To open the shutters and jump on the sash;
Just in time to hear old St. Pug as he drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all Pugs, a good night.

Inspired by Clement Clarke Moore

Husky in a Pug Bed

Husky in a Pug Bed

Husky in a Pug Bed  Jake just loves to curl up in a small Pug’s bed.  He’ll circle around and over the bed several times getting himself into a small ball so he’ll fit in the bed.  When everything is just right, he’ll insert himself in or mostly in the bed.  As you can see, he does not quite fit.  Still, he loves it and will lay there for a long time.  He’s the alpha Husky in the house.  No other Husky even thinks of trying to lay down in “his bed.”  Age and seniority have benefits in a dog’s world.