I can't be with my sweetie Brutus on this most romantical day, so I sent him a picture of myself to remind him of my cuteness.
I've been so worried about him. Not only is he pining away for me in a cold, snow covered and pugless existence... his momma has been out of town looking at a bunch of teeth. I think she might be related to Salinger. He must of gotten out of going to the tooth convention so he could keep his date with Pugsley.
Thankfully, our pal Stubby organized a Valentine's Day card exchange. It helped keep my mind off Brutus.
We got a lot of really snazzy cards, including one from Gunther's new lady friend, Twinkie. Ain't she a pip? I overheard Gunther talking on the phone to her and telling her he's getting her name tattooed on his arm. *snicker* Good thing she wasn't named after the Hostess Ding Dong...
I must admit my favorite Valentine is from my sweetie Brutus. The box was so big I was hopeful for a second that he had shipped himself! But Betty did the Frenchie sniff test and confirmed no Frenchie was in the box.
Brutus sent the next best thing. Mi Amore.
I wonder if I pray to the pug father, he'll hear me and soon Brutus and I will be together.
Since I can't convince the parents to ship me back to Brutus, I guess I should be happy I have Gunther for some brotherly love and comfort...
Many pug kisses and toots.