My fans await

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

Waiting for a treat

Cleo, parked under Dave's chair, waiting for a stray morsel from our dinner.




Sasha wants to know if Cleo is going to share.

Cleopatra

Mommy, I will have another peeled grape, please.

New rainwear

It's been a little sprinkly during our afternoon walks lately. No matter. It gives an opportunity for the fabulous pugs to model their new rain outfits, dahling. Note the excitedly curved tails.

Cleo has chosen, for this outing, a glam punk-rocker-meets-bridget-bardot coverup.

Functional, yet definitely punk. Note the rebel trim.

Sasha, on the other hand, has opted for the sleek, flower-child-now-grown-up look.

She knows how adorable she looks in this coat.

An apple a day?

Clearly, all of our dental efforts are wasted. le sigh.




Look! it's Jaws! Run away!

More proof of Sasha's aging

The other night, we noticed Sasha has one large asymmetrical whisker hair that's gone white.

She looks a little lopsided.

More of the fashion forward pugs

They were just so cute on their walk the other day. I feel the need to share more of their glamour shots.

An affectionate moment

In the spirit of Valentine's day, Sasha got some extra luuuuuving.

MV Pug Sunday

We brought the pugs to Mill Valley's Pug Sunday this past weekend. It was not one of the girls' better outings.


Cleo spent the better part of the hour parked next to my foot, for protection. When actually noticed by another pug, she would crawl into a lap. Any lap. Even someone's she had never met before.
















Sasha met a few friends. Sasha allowed a little bit of inquisitive sniffage, and then got outraged at the imposition.

















We left then. But not after meeting a few sweet pugs.

Pretty in Pink

Spring comes early to this area of the world.


We took advantage of the balmy weather and the break in the rain to strut our pink stuff.