As you know, the parents are worried about my breathin' when I play. Hmpf. Don't they know it's hard for a guy to breath when there's no room in his mouth 'cause of his giant tongue? Maybe I just need a tonguectomy. I hear they do those kinds of things down in Beverly Hills.
So, I've been stuck going on walks with the girls or just hangin' out at home. I haven't gotten to play with my pal Mr. Wilson at dog park either. Mom said the park is closed anyways 'cause we got rain and it's all muddy. We even had to miss our monthly Pugs in the Park on Sunday.
The girls are tryin' to make me feel better with some snugglin' ...
Even a little tug-o-war match with Betty is better than nothin'.
But really I'm lookin' forward to gettin' back to seeing my buds at the park. Until then I'm gonna pout and put on my saddest face to torture the parents. Maybe my sweetie Twink will have somethin' fun planned. *sigh*
Tomorrow I get to spend the day with Dr. Stephens and everyone that spoils me with love and kisses. I'm sure mom will let me update the blog when I gets home about how they shoved a camera thingy down my throat to look around. And yeah, what Pearl said, at least it's not my butt!