My parents really enjoy this holiday, but I am not so crazy about it. Last year I placed in both the contests I was in. No prizes this year. My parents attibute this to me no longer being a puppy, me being kind of ugly, and a massive conspiracy. Lastly, my Seattle Times Dog Photo Contest ends on Tuesday, so get those last minute votes in for me!!!! Remember to vote for the bubble ABOVE my head, I do not want to have a redux of the Butterfly ballot.
I was a Pirate. My parents had this conversation amongst themselves that went: "You are going to be a pirate" and the other one exclaims "but I don't want to be a pirate!!!" and they both laugh. I swear that they are both certifiable.
This is me with my eyepatch. I wouldn't let them keep it on for long but it is not like it affects the vision in that eye or anything.
Here's my good buddy Oliver in a devil costume.
Here's Oliver without his costume, notice how much happier he is.
And here's Oliver being attacked by a four-legged pumpkin. Stay tuned for another post about pug-eating pumpkins later in the week.
Here's an action shot of me and my Daddy's new favorite pug, Rocco. He's five months old, and only about 6 pounds. He was dressed as a Seahawks player.
Here's my Daddy kissing Rocco.
Here I'm investigating a giant spider.
This is Darth Pug. He's a registered Republican.
This is Otis, also dressed as a Seahawks player, and wearing a birthday hat because he will be celebrating his 1st birthday on Tuesday.