Mommy and Daddy dressed me up again, but this time I demanded treats (Thank you Duke and Gidget for suggesting this, I have determined that Duke must be the Duke of Pug wisdom...our very own Socrates).
I was not so angry this time.
I even managed to crack a little smile.
See why I'm not mad? That's a treat sticking out of the corner of my mouth!!
I am one good looking pug. Here, I am destroying the scent of some wimpy wolf look-alike dog that tried to eat Daddy's face the other day.
I stole Daddy's shoe. What can I do? They smell lots like him.
I am, however, an equal opportunity shoe thief. Here, I steal my own shoe.
I am really, really cute.
As I said, I am suffering from a disadvantaged upbringing. If you are counting, I only have immediate access to three pillows and two BFFs while sleeping on the bed. My life sucks.
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth