Lampshaded

I'm not really sure what I did wrong. I don't feel I deserve this treatment. The cats laugh at me and I can't chew on my bone. When I walk through doorways, I forget to give myself an extra few inches and I always clip the wall. Worst of all, my paws really itch. Until Mama slapped this thing on me I was able to lick them, but now I can't reach them.

Mama's Back!!!

Good thing too. Dad doesn't talk much without Mama around. The house was getting quiet.

Nervous

Mama packed a bag and left this morning with Dad. When this happens, I always assume the worst. Luckily, Dad has returned but without Mama.

Hike up Runyon Canyon

Today, mom, dad, grandma, and grandpa took me on a walk up Runyon Canyon!

It was a great view from the top. 

A pug gets thirsty when out in nature's hot sun. Runyon Canyon is dog friendly with a leash-free area and dog bowls with water every so often. I however, find these cest pools to be strictly for the bourgeois. I only drink bottled water. 

On the way back down, we ran into a 3 month old pug puppy. He didn't seem to want to play with me. Ticked off about this, I decided to explain to him the harsh realities of life. "One day," I whispered to him, "you'll wake up and they'll have cut off your balls." 

Baby Puggy

I met a 12 1/2 week old black pug on my walk today. She was a non-barker yet fearless.

As soon as we finished our cordial sniffing, it was off to the races. 

Pugly or Ugly?

Mom and Dad say that the secret to my good looks is that I get plenty of beauty sleep while they're at work and school. Lately however, Dad's been hanging around the house all day. It's hard to sleep when there's someone available to play tug-o-war and fetch with, not to mention the quality lap sitting time. Anyways, my brother Kilborn said I was ugly this morning and he's made me feel self-conscious.

Romantic Evening Stroll

Things are getting serious around here. Dad chaperoned my sweetheart Isabelle and me on another walk tonight. Unfortunately though she either has her period or she's developed overactive bladder syndrome because she was wearing a diaper. Dad told me it was a chastity belt because she wasn't "that kind of shih tsu" but I'm not buying it. I see the way she looks at me.

Like a Rock

Sometimes, if I'm lucky, my dad forgets to put me in my crate until late at night. During the summer months I'm relegated to the foot of the bed but I'll take it over an early trip to the crate any night.