First of all, thanks to all those who wished me a happy barkday, unfortunately it wasn't my barkday. Due to a computer error, people wanting to wish Pseudo Winston a happy birthday were accidentally directed to my blog. There is an outside chance that Al-Qaeda sabotage may be responsible, PIA is investigating. [Parents' note: No, Al-Qaeda is not involved, and the Pug Intelligence Agency is too fascinated by chasing their own tails to do anything.] Anyways, back to the Pug meetup. Here are the players:
Me, the good looking one; codename: the Grand Duke.
Rollo, the idiot; codename: the Recycler [Parents' note: he eats his own poo...he even managed to poop in the hallway and start eating it in the middle of today's playdate].
and Parker, the Bug (Boston Terrier- Pug mix); codename: Lollipop [Mommy's note: Winston's Daddy nicknamed her Lollipop because she is so cute you just want to kiss her all over in dog fashion].
This is Rollo looking for everyone to get distracted so that he can sneak of to do some "recycling."
Rollo being a spoiled rotten huge idiot. Note how his head is way too small for his body.
Now, compare this picture "back to back" with the next picture.
A good view of all three of us puggies raising real heck.
Here we are all looking at Rollo, trying to figure out what, if anything, he is thinking.
This is Daddy and Rollo doing some snuggling. Daddy feels sorry for Rollo because he thinks that Rollo does not possess enough brain-cells to make all his vital systems function continuously.
Me (left) and Rollo (right, without the sweatshirt) playing a little on top of Mommy (with the sweatshirt).