I am Lola, and I am the Pug on a Tug. My primary humans, came up with that name, because a) I am Lola, b) I am obviously a pug, c) my boat kind of looks like a tug boat, and d) trawler doesn’t rhyme with pug.
People say I’m almost eight years old, but frankly, I don’t know what the means, and I don’t really care. All that matters is that I get to eat when I’m hungry and that I get to sit in as many human laps as possible for as long as possible. If I could sit on more than one at a time, I would.
Living on a boat isn’t very difficult for me. In fact, I like it better then our last house because I’m allowed to nap on the furniture, and best of all, sleep in bed with my humans. They nag me when I try to take most of the middle, but it’s worth it. I think it’s fun to pull the covers off dad.
I have lots of friends here that also live on boats. There’s Sancho, Fender, Charlie, Lexie, Zeus, and Rusty. Sancho lives next door, and sometimes I invite him to sleep over. Fender is cute but is always trying to hump me and gets on my nerves. There’s other ones too, and I can’t remember all their names, but know what their pee smells like. I know where everyone goes for their walk, and like tracking everyone’s daily business. If we had thumbs to hold and work a phone, there should be a dog app for mapping each other’s peeing spots, sort of like that stupid Pokemon game that humans play.
Long Overdue update
Sorry, I haven’t been writing much. I’ve had more important things to do, especially nap. Plus it takes a really long time typing with paws. Thank God for spellcheck!
A lot has changed since my first post. First, I think we live on the boat now. I can tell because I hardly ever get to ride in the car. Only when I go to the beauty parlor, doggy resort, or to see my sissy, Kayla. Sissy adopted a crazy dog called Mia. She’s kind of big but acts like a puppy, so she’s immature and likes to play way too much. Mia gets slobber all over my toys and almost killed me twice. I hope it wasn’t on purpose. I like her food though, and try to get some when nobody is watching.
Here’s a picture of me in my RayBans and on my Mom’s lap. There’s nothing I like better than Mom’s lap, so I try to sit there whenever she is home. She disappears sometimes, it seems like forever, so I try to nap the whole time so the time goes fast, and then she comes home and lets me sit on her lap. I think this makes her happy too, except when I bark at the TV. I don’t know why I bark at the TV, but I can’t help it. Pigs and the Geico lizard drive me crazy. I stay quiet when dinosaurs and bears are on TV. They’re scary.
Speaking of scary, last year was very scary for me. First we moved the boat to a different place. Everything smelled different, but I’m used to it now. I made new dog friends though, and luckily, I can still smell my old friends when we go for long walks. For awhile, I couldn’t go for long walks, and then I could barely walk at all. Dad had to carry me to do my business. I didn’t mind that part, but then Mom and Dad started whispering around me and acting sad. That made me scared. Then they took me to a new doctor. He made a cut on my belly and took some of my stem cells, put them in a silver machine, then put them in my back. I started walking better in a few days. Then I started going to the gym, and in a few months, I was good as new. Being carried around was nice, but Mom and Dad acted happy again, so I am happy.
Speaking of happy, here’s some good lap shots. It’s how I roll.
This is me on lookout. I like when the back door is open because I get to guard us from ducks. I saw a fish once. Sometimes they jump all around. I think they want me to chase them and go swimming. I don’t like to swim because my feet or too small and my nose fills up with water. I’m exhausted now and need a nap. Bye.
Love you Lola!!!
Okay, Lola. Before you head out on your grand adventure with your humans, we have to schedule a time for you to sit in my lap for a long while. I need that because I am going to miss you (and your humans) so very much. I love you sweet girl!