Preferrably Naked!

This is a no shirt no shoes zone. Or at least that is how I'd prefer it. Now that the weather has cooled, the 'rents have rediscovered my clothing stash wherever it was hiding. It's been so long since I've worn a shirt that I now have to get used to it again. Apparently, we pugs are so fragile that we must be kept warm or else we'll die of hypothermia.

Whatever.

There is a reason we have fur and there is a reason why I prefer not to wear clothing. Why would anyone want to cover up my beautiful, soft brown fur? Forcing me to wear a sweater will only prevent the humans from petting me and making comments such as "Oh, he's so soft." It's a pugs crown of glory and I don't think it is right for humans to cover that up. I think they are jealous because they don't have much hair and skin is just ugly. They'd look super funny without clothes. So they need it. But, we don't. We're kept warm by our fur, it makes us beautiful and it's attractive to humans. Why else would they pet me all the time? You think they'd pet me all the time if I didn't have fur? That's what I thought.

Wearing clothing is not only stifling and method of control, but it's seriously dangerous! I had a great weekend with Mommy last weekend. We went to the dog park every day. I only got a bath once too. But, I digress. We came home one evening after visiting the dog park and after we got settled in for the evening, Mom decided that I should wear my Purdue tee-shirt. I was actually supposed to wear it to the dog park because that was the day of the big Purdue Vs. OSU game. How embarrassing! Does Mommy seriously think I want to wear a shirt in front of other dogs, much less Buckeye fans?! I don't think so!


Anyway, we started playing tug and chase and I ran through the bedroom chasing Mommy out of the room, when all of a sudden I was stuck. My legs were moving, but I wasn't. I ran too close to the dresser and one of the knobs caught on my shirt. It not only caught me and I was stuck, but it tore my shirt right down the middle. This could have been very dangerous. All I could do was just stand there till Mommy figured out what happened and loosen me from the evil grip of the dresser drawer. Luckily, it did not take her long. Although she was in the other room, she heard the rip. That's how loud it was.


So, I ask you: Should dogs be forced to wear clothing for the benefit of human's own pleasure and entertainment? We need to put a stop to this madness.

I urge you to write your congresspug and ask him to put a stop to this humiliating method of control!

Friday Evenings

I love Friday evenings. Perhaps it's because my parents are in such a good mood, or because we all curl up on the couch to watch a movie, or because we go to the dog park, or long walks or because of the amount of time Mommy and Daddy play with me.

A few weeks ago, Daddy and I spent a lot of time playing together, like nearly the entire evening! First we started off by playing tug-of-war and keep-away with my favorite blanket.

Daddy is so good at hiding the blanket underneath him. I strategically and stealthily managed to get the blanket out from underneath him.

Oh no! He's coming! I am not going to let him get this blanket!



HA! Think you're going to get the blanket? Think again, wise guy!

Well, he got the blanket.

Then we danced a river dance.

Daddy also danced a jig with me too, but he wouldn't let Mommy post his picture. See, in the picture above, he is swirling the blanket and you can kind of see his fancy foot work. He's not as good as me though.


We got tired of river dancing, so we decided to play tug-of-war.

We were so tired of playing keep-away and river dancing that we didn't play tug very long. But in an effort to get me back for making him dance he decided to wrap me up in my blanket.

I am not very happy about this and I pleaded with him to untie me, but he only laughed.

I was not amused.

So, I gave him the evil eye and told him what was up.
That jerk, made me take it off myself. It required a lot of work and I think I might have ripped my blanket some. But Mommy doesn't have real evidence as we believe there might have been holes in it already. If I was going to get in trouble, I would have blamed Daddy.

Finally, when I got it off, Mommy gave me a marshmallow (actually, I stole it, see earlier post).

I wanted Daddy to see how much I enjoyed my marshmallow. So just to spite him, I ate it slowly and presented my marshmallow to Mommy so she could snap a picture.

Don't you wish you got a marshmallow, Daddy? MMMMM...yummy...