Because it's Thursday And I'm super tired of having my own picture taken All the time And I might or might not have attacked Lincoln At the throat where he has a mysterious bite mark (Lincoln is such a baby) So I'm in trouble. And I have a little "pug acne" going on.... I've decided to show two of my favorite videos of pugs ever!
Personally I think these pugs, one of whom shares my name, are pretty dang good. I promise this Minnie pug dog is not me. She has more curves than I do.
The second reminds me of Lincoln. It is a "Pug Soccer Team" Lincoln was totally carrying around that giant tennis ball yesterday in his mouth. He's like super duper amazing when it comes to strength. Mom said he should try out for a pug version of Air Bud.
Maybe tomorrow I will feel like having my picture taken. Maybe not.
If you got a Christmas card from us, it looked like this....
We look super well behaved and angelic. Don't believe for a second Lincoln and I posed without a fight. Take here for instance. Lincoln refused to SIT in the box. Why? Lincoln just likes to always be "ready" to run.
Or here, when Lincoln and I were obviously conspiring to get out of the box. Yo, Linky, you jump first!
Notice, I'm sitting the entire time. I'm the model dog. It's obvious. Lincoln was thinking about the many treats he deserved for getting in the box.
Hopefully, none of you had to sit in a box waiting on your brother to behave. I deserved extra cookies for this photo shoot!
This picture sums up my weekend. I watched Grandma decorate the tree. Some things just fascinate a pug. Other than that I had no real interest in the tree. Which surprised my mama. Especially since I didn't try to eat the tree. Guess for once something didn't look tasty. Lincoln didn't even lift his leg. He MARKS everything. He likes people to know he has stuff now that he's not homeless.
Here I am chewing on my Mom's finger. As evidenced by my past posts, I will eat pretty much everything. Batteries, ant traps, textbooks, concrete, ect. But you want to know something I really love?! COOKIES. Mom says the only two words I know are Minnie and cookies. Sometimes I pretend to not know Minnie. When I do this, Mom will yell "cookies" and then I will come running. I could totally accept my name as "cookies." But then I would think I was getting a treat all the time.