Whenever my parents talk about going to a pug meetup I immediately go into fun evasion mode. It's not that I don't enjoy having fun, I just don't like being accosted by the disgusting beasts that are other undignified pugs.
On Saturday, I was enjoying the morning sleeping in with my parents, when they started talking about the dog park. I was pretty sure they were serious about going to the dog park when they got out my harness and collar, so I shimmied my big body under the bed.
You can see the misery and dread in my eye!!! I hate other dogs.
Finally, Daddy got down on the ground to grab me so I braced for the inevitable.
When we got to the dog park, my parents got out one of my most favorite toys, my Guy. This is a plastic round ball with little horns coming out. It squeaks very loud and bounces very high and I totally love it. I can't get enough of playing fetch with my Guy!
With my Guy, I was actually able to enjoy the dog park a little bit.
I was fetching that Guy like a champ.
Of course Cosette tried to get in on the fun.
I tried to teach her my stare-down technique: stare at the ball with your tongue hanging out and your tail wagging like crazy until, magically, the ball gets picked up and thrown again.