8/10/2025
he is an immense lover of fuzzy/fluffy blankets.
i have a blanket that's just regular fabric, nothing special. and he doesn't like to lay on it unless i put on the very fluffy cover. tons of faux fur for him to bury his tiny face in. if the cover isn't on, he opts to lay on the fuzzy blanket instead. he is a spoiled creature.
no matter the blanket situation though, he will always ensure he is laying in a way that maximizes the amount of his body pressed against mine. the cuddler of all time.
5/24/2025
on wednesday, april 30th 2025, Paublo decided he would take his old, deaf, blind, ass on an adventure. i'll preface this by saying he is completely fine, a neighbor found him and we figured that out after a couple hours of panicking.
i hadn't gotten much sleep the night prior, so when i let him outside i completely forgot he was out there for a while (my fault). as horrendous as it was that i forgot about my dog, the previous update mentions his barking habit, and the window was open so there was absolutely no way we wouldn't have heard it if he had barked to be let in, he just didn't. that's already odd for him, but what's weirder is that he's literally never wandered off like that in his entire life, it's never been an issue before. in any case, searching for him through tears and immense guilt while my family went from door to door was enough of a traumatic experience to earn Pig the response of myself sitting on the porch and watching him like a hawk when he goes out now. i am eternally grateful for the neighbor who found him and looked after him until they figured out where he'd wandered off from, and Paublo seemed to not give a SINGLE shit about the whole ordeal. once returned to me, he genuinely just went about his business as usual, as if the couple hours he was gone was just a chill little vacation. utterly insane.
it's taken me this long to drop this update in here just because of how crazy it all was. not a huge span of time, but it's still a horrendous blur in my mind.
3/20/2025
Paublo has recently taken up the hobby of barking at me incessantly, as loud as he can, when things aren't the exact way he would like them to be.
I've diagnosed that he is not satisfied unless both him and I are up in the loft, in my bed, laying down. nothing else will do. not him in his dog bed next to my desk as i code/ whatever else i have to get done, nothing. he HAS to be sleeping against me in my bed. so he will just bark at me about it.
in his old age he has become the ultimate dictator.
