Superior Intellect

I, Poppy, recently achieved my personal best in the annual guess the Oscar winners context that I do every year. I beat both my mommy and the Big Guy. They were irritated during the show because they were losing. I, on the other hand, was playing it cool. I pretended like my superior performance didn't mean as much to me as, say, angling for the best place on the couch.

Political Instincts

I, Poppy, do not like the junior senator from Illinois. I saw him on T.V. last night and I barked at him. I barked at him and didn't stop barking until he disappeared from the screen.

Pug Dog Day

Happy February 2 to all my fans! Remember, February 2 is the day when the pug emerges from her crate, checks the temperature at the doggie door, and decides whether to go outside or to stay in. If she stays in, that means that it is a cold day. If she goes out, that means that it is over 40 degrees.

I understand that groundhogs have taken over this day. I noticed that the groundhog on Long Island bit Mayor Bloomberg, drawing blood. All Mayor Bloomberg was doing was feeding Chuck, the groundhog. I, Poppy, would never bite Mayor Bloomberg -- especially if he were offering me a treat. I would eat the treat and then ask for more.