Pug Speak!

Things that make me pause when I'm working out:
-Building fire alarm sounds for a reasonable amount of time. I don't leave on short sounding ones, ask my husband! He's had to convince me on a few occasions to leave when fire alarm blares.

-The building implodes.

-There's a threat of blood being shed by a fur-baby, at the "paws" of another fur-baby(meaning a fight breaks out).


So there I am working out yesterday morning. I was doing my warm up when out of nowhere, one pug moves too close to the other pug, World War 3 erupts a mere 5 feet from me. Piper hit the road fast. My resistance band went flying as I jumped in between two pugs. Cody was letting Simon have it verbally, as he tried going at him too. Simon was giving it right back to him. Simmie is passive and gives in to his siblings all the time. But if you are trying to pull his head off he's going to fight back! He's going to be a little Rottweiler if he needs to be. Typically though he saves his protective Rottweiler ways for the great outdoors when he's leashed up. While I tried to separate two fast moving pug bodies, as they spewed their pug "venom" at one another, I imagined what words they could be shouting angrily? Perhaps, the argument in full pug dialect translated to this:

Cody:  I'm the king, and you looked at me. Off with your head!

Simon:  You certainly are no king. You aren't even a prince. You just have some weird hierarchy beliefs that don't exist in this house.

Cody:  Oh I'm royalty all right. Look at the way I strut my stuff. You need to recognize little bro. You are so beneath me it's pathetic!

Simon: (laughs)...You are just a cranky old dude.

Cody:  I'm not cranky, I just demand respect. More respect than I get around here.

Simon:  Please!!! Are you listening to yourself right now? How much more respect should you get? Don't you listen to mommie? We are all equals.

Cody:  (scoffs) Recognize! I was on this planet first! I'm the king.

Simon:  (spoke with total frustration)YOU ARE NOT A KING. I might concede you are possibly a prince. The prince of crankiness! But not a king of anything! Wouldn't the big guy of the house be the king if there was one in our household?

Cody:  Fine, daddy's the king and I'm the prince. And you are the pauper. You along with Piper are my paupers. Now, go fetch me my slippers and a bone. Then leave me alone and don't look in my direction or I'll tear your head off.

Simon: Tear my head off? Seriously? You must be kidding? It's been more than 14 years that we have existed as brothers and you have yet to win one of these battles. Have you ever heard this, "don't mess with Texas"? It applies to me as well. Don't mess with me!  Recognize!

Cody:  Whatever! No matter what, I'm the oldest and I get the most respect!

Simon: Can you say delusional? (scoffs as he walks away)


That conversation seems completely plausible! LOL! I still have no likely clue as to what set Cody off this time. It was all Cody though. In 14 years of brotherhood, Simon has NEVER started an argument. He's defended himself, for sure. But starting a rumble is not Simon. Cody is such a loving little guy but he has a demanding/difficult side to him. He's a mystery wrapped in a riddle!