Trips without the pugs kind of stink. On one hand, it's nice not to be woken in the pre-dawn hours by some pug(s) standing on one's chest, channeling stinky breath into one's nostrils, trying to get her early breakfast. On the other hand, I kinda miss the feel of 4 sharp paws poking into my belly at 6am.
Luckily, the girls are in great hands with a loving auntie who likes to send us photo updates.
|mama save us we r being forced to model for ridiculous dignity-losing pictures|
|next time take me with u mama|