So, it's a beautiful day -- the sun is out, the gale-force winds are not blowing, and the ground is not soggy. 'DO YOU WANT TO GO FOR A WALK??!!!' Lots of pug noise, yarping and excitement ensued. So we leash up, and we're on our way.
This is how the walk starts out. Cleo and Deedee looking like 2 little angels. Actually, both of them have just done their business and are looking for a handout.
|mama. it was a v impressive peep. gimme something.|
Sasha takes advantage of the lack of rain to thoroughly investigate every square inch of ground on which to place her precious few drops of urine.
|it has to be perfect|
The 'walk' then slowly starts to fall apart. First the geriatric pug puts on the brakes and lets it be known that it is time for her to ride the pug-carriage.
|shouldn't there be a blanket in here? where r my grapes?|
Then the other elder pug comes to a screeching halt and looks pleadingly at the jogger. Which leaves just Deedee to keep me company on the actual ground.
|u thought u got stares with 1 pug in here, just wait'll u see what u get with 2, mama|