Last night, Isabelle's dad had a birthday party. While I tried multiple times to enter the house to say hi to my on-again-off-again girl, I remained relegated to the patio.
There I found beer.
I was lucky enough to find a human to help a pug out.
I live with my adoptive parents in Los Angeles. I'm trained in french although my parents don't speak anything but dog commands. Doesn't really make sense considering pugs are from China, but whatever.
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