I don't know if anyone watched American Idol tonight, but the introductory line about Seattle was the people here "love the rain, they love their dogs (multiple dogs were shown waiting in line), and they love to yell." The rain sucks and yelling scares me, but it is completely understandable why they love their dogs. See below for a clearer explanation.
People love dogs in Seattle because some approach (but just barely), my cuteness. This is me sitting on top of my Daddy's growing bald spot.
Reason #2 that people absolutely love their dogs.
Here, I am learning to be inconspicuous so that I can be a secret agent.
Look at that fat roll on my neck. Holy Cow!!!
My parents think that it's strange that I seem able to comfortably rest in any position.
But it is really comfortable, and I could sleep much better if Daddy would get that damn camera out of my face.
I love my football weinerdog, which was recently reincarnated with the help of Mommy and numerous patches and spools of thread.
Good sleep, make me very happy.
This was me after Mommy and Daddy snuck me into "A Comedy of Errors." I thought the writing was outstanding but the 8:30 playtime was just too late for a sleepy pug. I spent most the time licking the dried up coke from underneath the seat next to Daddy. The person in that seat thought that it was strange to have a pug as a seeing eye dog, but Mommy assured him that I was just beginning training. (Parent's note: none of that happened. Although we did want to take Winston to the play we did not because we did not think that he would appreciate the plot, or forego peeing on the floor or running onto stage.)
Snarf everyone later,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth