But, more importantly, don't I look adorable in my mistletoe laden antlers that also say kiss me, in case anyone doesn't know what to do when a pug is wearing mistletoe.
Another cute sad picture.
I put this picture up so that people will understand that I am not an easygoing photogenic pug. My parents work hard to make me seem cute.
These are some pajamas of mine. My parents got them a long time ago, but they are only now starting to fit on me.
This is me getting ready for bed in my jamis.
Side view of the jamis.
This is a yummy pre-Christmas present that my parents gave me so that I would leave them alone while they watched "The Seven Samurai." It was a really long movie, but, luckily, it was a very large bone. I will post a couple of videos of the first time that I ever opened Christmas presents. Stay tuned!
2 Weeks and about a pound. Mommy said me and my brothers and sister looked like rats.
1 Month and about 2.5 pounds. I already have some of my famous Pugsworth spunk here.
2 Months - 4.5 lbs. As you can see, I was already feeling pretty comfy in my new home by this point.
3 Months - 7.7 lbs. Getting a little bigger.
5 Months - 13.5 lbs. Becoming massive!!!
It was called Milo and Otis, and I liked it a lot. There was this awesome part where a cat fell off a cliff, but it lived so it wasn't so cool after all.
This is me chillin' on the snugglenest this weekend.
This is me on the same snugglenest right after my parents got me.
I discovered an awesome new way to gank some food, I just lick it while it's being perfectly set up in this strange machine.
Hmmmmm, good!! But there is a strange aftertaste. (Parent's note: that'd be soap.)
This is me looking sad in my Seahawks jersey and sleeping on top of my Mommy's monkey slippers. Mommy does not approve, but me and the monkeys are lover ;-)
Don't I look sad to have pictures taken of me?
This is a back view, notice how tight it is because that is going to be momentarily relevant.
Different view of how well it fits.
A front view of my barrel chest popping out of that Seahawk jersey. If I may say, I am becoming quite an intimidating physical specimen.
This is me a couple of months ago in the same jersey.
See how loose it was. My parents get sad when they see how small and cute I used to be.
Me and the destruction I cause to my parents' room.
Me getting ready to go to sleep. The requisite cute picture.
My new favorites spot on the couch.
Me spooning (distantly) from my "I spoon with my pug dog" pillow.
Me in that cross dressing phase that every pug goes through.
Me in that sleepy phase (I'm still in this phase). I don't know if people appreciate how small I was here.
I now take up the entire snugglenest. Unfortunately, my stuffed football weinerdog is no longer with us (R.I.P.). 
I was insecure at first and never wanted to be more than a step away from one of my humans. 
This is what a neglected pug looks like. Mommy hasn't even tried to kiss me for several minutes here.
My ears were uneven in size for quite a while, but it looks like they're finally starting to even out.
It's hard and tiring being a neglected pug. I only went to the dog park three times, and daycare twice, last week. If this keeps up I'm making a call to the SPCA, pug division, next week.
I don't get how anyone can resist this face. Although, you'd understand better if this picture was a scratch and sniff. A certain puppy is known for bad doggy morning breath.
I try not to dwell on my beauty, but it's hard to find the time for the requisite 22 hours of beauty sleep a day.
I want a SISTER!!! If Mommy is unable to listen to reason then very soon I will resort to pouting and, if that does not work, I will start pooping in Mommy's shoes (thanks for the suggestion Duke).
I'm so sad being all alone =(
Who could ever deny any request from a face like this, or not want another puggy???
This is my friend Buddy. He's the same age as me, even though he's a lot smaller. He loves wearing camouflage and loves playing with me. We played and played under these chairs. My Daddy likes it when I play with him because he's not a sissy and apparently he hopes that his courage will rub off on me; but I'm not a coward, I'm merely extremely selective as to when to engage another dog and, based on this caution, I prefer to hide under chairs or between my parents' feet.
This is Buddy posing. If you ask me there is something not quite right in his eyes that warrants a cautious approach.
I also played with some other pugs under the chairs. I liked playing under the chairs, and cowering under them if necessary.
Here I am about to come out from under the chairs... that's me in the harness, obviously.
I like running and when I'm going really fast I use my tail as an air rudder to help me change direction. That's why it's straight up in the air here.
That's me. I'm brave, see?
This is my friend Gidget. She always looks sad, at least around me. A long time ago I may have insinuated that she was fat and ever since then she cannot look at me without appearing devastated. If I may say, she looks quite fit and trim nowadays. If she weren't so old I would probably consider giving her a pity date.
This is Gidget's brother, and my hero, Duke...along with his famous tongue.
I was able to use my cunning and sneak this toy away from some people who were distracted by my cuteness.
The people apparently STILL thought I was cute, even after I "borrowed" their toy, so they played fetch with me.
Then this other pug, close on my tail in this picture, took the toy away from me!
But I didn't even have to stand up for myself and get the toy back, because, due to my aforementioned cuteness, it was the people who got it back for me. Then the people told me I could take the toy home! See, I wasn't stealing it, I knew it was mine all along. That's what being so cute has taught me - all toys are my toys, provided I give the "look." We had to leave the pug meetup when, new toy in mouth, I looked around and saw almost all the other pugs had given up and gone home.
I was pretty tired after the pug meetup, I didn't even notice when my parents put a shirt on me. I later found out that the shirt said "Mama's boy." I'm ok with that.
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