camp g

Today marks one week without my pug. Once I realized that I might need a C-Section, I knew that having my hyper pug to take care of in addition to a newborn and recovering from surgery was going to add a lot of stress to my life. Fortunately, my parents quickly offered to take care of him for the next couple (maybe several) weeks. I was really resistant to the idea at first because I am very attached to my dog. But, in the end, I knew that it wasn’t fair to him to be stuck in our apartment when I couldn’t be as active with him as usual in addition to being better for my health at the end of my pregnancy. I move slower and all of his pulling and jumping was making me anxious. I still sobbed when they picked him up.

Naturally, my fabulous sisters who live with my parents really tried to cheer me up. They have started referring to his time with them as “summer camp.” More specifically, they call it Camp G. My sister Gingi came up with that one. They are so cute and send me pictures of his daily activities and he looks like he is having a blast.

Learning to swim with the Sam, our family dog

Cuddling with flowers

Backpacking with Aunty G

Note: No pugs were harmed in the taking of this photo

Lots of afternoon naps

I feel so good about our decision, despite missing our daily cuddles. He is a sweet dog but he misses living in a house with a yard and acts out frequently when he doesn’t have space to run around freely.  A couple months after the baby arrives we are planning to move into a house in Southern California to be closer to my family and I can’t wait until our little family is reunited.


hot (pug) child in the city

When Reggie and I were house hunting in San Francisco, we decided not to live in the city for multiple reasons. Beyond the fact that the city is ridiculously expensive to live in, we feared that our pug baby, Crosby, would freak out because of the loud noises and lack of abundant green space. Well it turns out, we were wrong. So wrong.

This week, Reggie, the pug, and myself are living in the city and Crosby is loving every minute of it. In fact, he doesn’t just walk down the street. He has a special little strut going on. Almost everyone stops, squeals, and smiles. In return, he gives them a little wiggle back. He even made a hipster smile. Needless to say, the sound and people has not bothered him at all. He cannot get enough of walking the downtown streets.

And all I can think of while we take our walks is this song playing in the background.