After our trip to the beach, I had to make an emergency stop at the carwash.
Because not only did I drive all through an unpaved beach parking lot, but the pugs then proceeded to fling about the car as much dust and sand as they could.
|at least Cleo has the decency to look ashamed|
The pugs love the carwash. Because the carwash loves them. They each get a (giant) treat from the guy that checks us in. Needless to say, the pugs get very excited about that.
|Deedee is looking for her new BFF|
Weirdly, the pugs are Totally Unfazed by the spraying, the scrubbing, and the blowing that goes on. These are the same animals that'll bark at complete silence.
|Sasha is upset that someone has missed a spot|
|even our pug-carriage has cleaning minions|