Everyone always comments that Pugly looks miserable in photographs where he’s wearing clothes or a costume. Really that’s just his face. Well, it’s his “Take the picture and gimmie the cookie already!” face.
The truth is that he loves his little outfits and t-shirts. When I pull out the box with his wardrobe in it. His little curly tail starts wagging a mile a minute and he starts this goofy spinning in place — he does the same thing when he realizes I’m getting the leash for a walk.
I’ve been looking back through all of his photos and he’s a tricky Pug. He would much rather give that angst-ridden sad face to the camera and make people think he’s underfed and terribly abused than let anyone know the truth — that he is pampered and spoiled rotten. He is hand-fed posh dog treats while snuggled into the warmest, softest blanket in the house, the one that was tirelessly hand-crocheted by his grandmother.
His little paws need never touch the floor if he wished, but the house, the staff, and all goings-on there are under his strict supervision. Nothing goes on that he is not aware of — not laundry, not microwaving, not even those visits to the powder room go unnoticed.
He is king of the Little Red House and he’s quite happy and content. Don’t fall for the sad puppy look, because behind it is a devious little mind plotting something sinister like chewing on one of my orange crocks or stealing the cats’ food.
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His little paws need never touch the floor…that is so funny! He is utterly adorable.
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