Beach weekend

It so rarely gets hot here, that when it does, the entire town is completely incapacitated. It's all we can talk about, in between sipping cool drinks and panting for cool air. Thus, the mass exodus to the local beach.

Everyone and their pug was there.


Even the - gasp! - non-pugs were there. The puglets' fave furry friends, Peanut and Scout, came along for a little fun in the sun.




Sasha likes nothing better than the feeling of sun-warmed fur. Funny pug.


Actually, there is little better than a sun-warmed nap.




Cleo prefers her shaded perch.


ooooh, those post-nap, sandy face crusties get you every time.