One cannot sit in a chair for a hot second without having a pug run over, place a delicate-yet-demanding paw on one's knee, and hear her whine softly under her breath. She's not begging for treats. She's not even begging for pets, or belly rubs. She's hoping against all hope to be placed on your lap.
And then apparently asphyxiated by an awkward neck angle.
little odd-looking pug.
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