Why I hate the dog park.
But first, this day in pug history:

January 27, 2007 I was recovering from my Parents' greatest betrayal [Parents' note: he's talking about being neutered]. This is one of my most pitiful feel sorry for me looks.

Now, here is one reason I hate the dog park: other dogs, female and male, just can't get enough of smelling my boy parts. This is a cute and well-dressed little girl puppy, but still, we haven't even gone out to dinner yet! I am a dignified pug and I despise the antics of the less sophisticated breeds.

I also hate the dog park because the big dogs always get the ball before me. Especially in the water, since I am too much of a sissy to go all the way into the water myself.

Sometimes they corner me in impossible positions and my only recourse is to run. This is especially distressing since I really hate physical exertion.

Other dogs also try to take over my rightful place at the summit of Pug Hill, the highly coveted high ground at the dog park.

And of course because my Parents try to make me swim there.

Finally, as you all know, I really prefer the couch over any other place.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth