Monday, May 7, 2012

Killing time

Bunni and Rikki (the puglets' fawn pug cousins, now living in Washington DC) accompanied us to get our morning coffee and croissant.  But, what's this? No Pugs Allowed!  Sacre bleu!  We will just sit here and wait pathetically for the pug mama to emerge.

we've been abandoned. and we're hungry for macarons.

We all know what a pug likes to do with her spare time.  Other than nap and eat, that is.  She likes to peep.  There's a verrrrrry inviting spot right next to the bakery.

that's just asking to be sprinkled

But, wait!  What is this?  Zut alor!  

it's really stretching the definition of 'flowerbed'

The puglets go back to their vigil.


  1. Wow. I have NEVER seen s sign like that. It's not even that nice of a flower bed... it's more a mulch bed. RUUUUUDE!

  2. my poor girls, deprived of prime potty real estate.

  3. This is so funny, yet rude enough, haha. Go girls~