So, me and Daddy are bracing for the inevitable. Mommy is going to be furious. She is not a neat freak, but she does demand that we not live in filth. Me and Daddy are going to argue for a lessened standard of cleanliness so that we don't get in trouble, but I'm not confident that Mommy will accept the defense that "we're cleaner than actual pigs." Maybe we should at least try for a bovine standard. Regardless, there's not enough time to clean up so I think Mommy may refuse to leave us guys home alone again.
Mommy, you can't be mad at this face (Daddy doesn't have this defense).
Mommy, just think back to all the good times we've had.
The way we team up and try to hide (or destroy) Daddy's favorite thing in the world...the remote.
Don't forget how much you love to spoon with me.
Or how cute and tubby I am.
Or how I love to stick my head into the couch opening while I'm isolated so that you and Daddy can eat meals in peace. See, this is step #1.
Step #3. I'm so cute, so please forgive me. Or if you have to punish someone, just punish Daddy. He was supposed to supervise me after all.
I LOVE YOU MOMMY!!!
Snarf you later,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth
PS- Dear loyal readers, if you don't hear from me within a couple of weeks, PLEASE file a missing pug report with you local humane society =-(