Annnnnd...We're Off! Sort Of.

 OH NO!!! Mom, don't even think about it!

Yep, she's already thought it. Good gosh.

 

 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.

Coco