The Origin of My Name

Cassie gets asked about my name LOT, so I thought I'd give you all an elaborate and eloquent explanation- as I am known to do.

COSMO: My first name actually came from my first owner, Eric, but I really think I owe it to my older brother- Renzo. Renzo was, in a word, insane. If there were anything related to a chaotic event, he was always smack dab in the middle and usually the cause of said chaos. That being said, Eric's idea of a pug's personality was pretty skewed... enter, my namesake- Cosmo Kramer. Although, I firmly believe that the only thing C.K. and I have in common is that we tend to slide/ stumble through doorways.

HANS: My second (or middle) name came from my second owner, Cassie (also known as the sister of my first owner). It all started with "Moman", which was/is a nickname of mine (drop the "Cos", add a "Man", then BLAMO). Moman transgressed into "Moleman", which evolved into "Hans". Now, we can't all be avid Simpsons watchers (I'm looking at you, Cristi)- but Hans Moleman is a minor character on the long-running T.V. show. He has a peanut-shaped head, wrinkles and eyes magnified by glasses-- granted, he's not as adorable as moi, but there are some startling similarities. Feast your eyes:

There it is, folks- your favorite pug in a nutshell. Of course, you've only peeled the first layer of the gigantic, multi-faceted onion that is Cosmo Hans Peterson. More stinky layers to come! Stay tuned.

And So It Begins

Woof.

I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Cosmo and I'm a purebred pug. If you have any excess food I'd be absolutely interested in taking it off your hands.

Right now, I live just outside Seattle with my owner, Cassie. She works in the city and commutes back and forth 5 days a week; I'm in charge of taking care of the house while she's away. It's a pretty big job, there are all kinds of raccoons and squirrels outside- and sometimes tree debris blow by the windows- but I scare them off with my manly, deafening bark. You might say I'm the best guard dog west of the Mississippi- and I don't like to toot my own horn, but I'd be inclined to agree with you.

Even with all my responsibilities at home and my 22 hours of sleep per day, I find that I often have free time on my paws. Word on the street is lots of people have blogs these days, and I thought it was time to make the pug-life a little more public. I mean, inquiring minds what to know, right? Don't be fooled, we pugs are more than wrinkles and curly tails, we're the most superior of all dog breeds! I'm all pug, but so much more: philosopher, forager, garbage disposal, therapist, sleep expert, snore producer, comedian- I could go on, but I'll let you ponder these diverse traits for now. Check back with me soon and revel in the always exciting, the often hilarious, the perpetually insightful:

PUG CHRONICLES.