So we've got 5 pugs milling around, and what is there to do? well, pack 'em up into the car and head to Tomales Bay for some fresh-shucked oysters! (for us humans. because we were sure that raw oysters for pugs was bad. the pugs had to make do with truffle sausage, wild boar sausage, and infinite varieties of cheese. BUT NO WINE.)
Deedee was verrrrrrrry interested in the oysters.
wha, mama. i was only looking
Cleo was just happy, as usual, to be out and about and loved.
Sasha required a bit of protection from the sun. That black pug fur soaks up a lot of rays.
Bunni is pensively contemplating the view.
She is a philosophical pug when hungry.
Rikki is just sleepy. From what, I don't know.