Normally I can rely on Mommy to save me from Daddy's annoying antics. When I saw this pink tutu I knew whose idea it was. When Daddy put it on I ran to mommy for help...BUT MOMMY JUST STRAIGHTENED IT OUT!!! I was so miserable. Masculinity personified is not meant to wear a pink tutu. =(
I seek out Mommy's help to rectify Daddy's intentional infliction of emotional distress. As I said, no help was forthcoming.
I stick my tongue out to show Daddy what I think. Aren't high nobles allow to have peons summarily executed? I should look into that.
I have to admit, aside from the humiliation, I think I looked pretty good in the tutu.
Sometimes I go to a happy place or seek out another distraction. Playing with my rope toy takes me to my happy place through distraction.
I later remembered how miserable I was and I decided it was time to pout.
I later realized...if you're gonna pout, why not do it from the comfort of a snuggle nest. I am out of the tutu now. I shall begin plotting my revenge.
These pictures precede the tutu, and I did not mind this shirt so much because at least it makes sense. The shirt is entitled "Obey the Pug" and it goes on to state "Rule #1- Obey the Pug, Rule #2- If the Pug is being unreasonable refer to rule #1." I thought the shirt meant that Mommy and Daddy were already trained. Evidently they just thought it was a joke.
What kind of imbeciles buy a shirt that is clearly too big? You'd think they'd never sized pug puppy clothes before.
Between the ill fitting "Obey the Pug" t-shirt and the tutu I was exhausted. Here I am taking comfort by Mommy's feet as she washes the dishes. My annoying Daddy refuses to stop taking pictures of me, but, as I said, he'll be dealt with.
/s/ Winston, The Grand Duke of Pugsworth