I'm down on the far right. I looked so promising right out of the gate.
Dad is there in the Pugs Not Drugs shirt telling me to run to the finish line. But I didn't. I shook off my bandana and then sniffed around on the ground. I did the absolute worst of all four races. Should have gotten a prize for that. You are welcome Mom!
This is how you were supposed to do it. The black pugger won the whole thing. He was like greased lightning I tell you.
Decided to get in some practice for next year. Ha. Did you really think that would go well with Kitty, REALLY?
Stink eyes, and I hope you step in poo for making us do this.
My name is Kitty, but I am not a cat! I am a very sensitive boston terror who loves nothing more than to play with my red roley ball, play bitey-face with my sister, and sleep all the way under the covers.
Hello. Coco here also. I am a young snuggle pug (ok, possibly co-dependent) with a smiley face and attitude to match. I will snark food from your plate with no shame and bite the tender part of my sister's hind leg when she least expects it.