Excuse me for being on my soapbox.... er I mean flowerpot.
You'd think we'd be allowed to lay around in the sun all day being it's the weekend.
Might be time to purchase a king sized bed or build us a bigger porch.
Mom says we gotta get a picture with Flat Puglet so he can move on to his next home and spread the word about how great recycled Pugs are.
Ya happy mom? Our bed is gettin' cold. And, look at Betty's ear. You know what that means... she needs her naps.
It didn't stop there. She though it'd be nice to get a picture with my sweetie Flat Brutus. He's raising awareness for The French Bulldog Rescue Network. I'm not complaining, but it'll sure be nice to take a picture with the real Brutus.
Are we done yet? I thinks my tongue is gettin' sunburned.
I thought when mom put the picture taker away, we were free to go about our business of sleeping and chasing butterflies.
Oh my Pug, I was so wrong! Mom announced it was spa day!
Despite my efforts to hide,
Maybe she won't find me.
I was whisked off to the de-stinking chamber.
Mom, are you going to mark this post X-rated? I'm naked in here! This should be for Brutus' eyes only...
I can't type with wet paws, so I'll say goodbye for now.