I've come to realize in my 8 months on this planet that it ain't easy being a pug. I think of all the work I do day to day....and sometimes it's exhausting. First off, I always put a smile on mom or dad's face. Next, I always am cute (and trust me I don't wake up this adorable). I have to eat (this must be accomplished upon first waking, after going potty outside or after breathing). Then there is play time, but that's just fun (hi Spencer! I missed you tonight - darn rain). Then there is the kisses I must dish out. Those are never ending, and frankly, I'm really good at it so the demand is high. Oh and let's not forget my orbs. Sometimes I have to just sit there and penetrate dad's rough exterior with my alluring orbs. I always win in the long run (don't worry dad mom will never know you sneak me those extra treats...shhhh it's our secret).
So when I sit back and think of all the things us pugs do in the world, it causes me to lay down on the sofa with some "America's Next Top Model" (I think Raina might win....paws crossed), and just vegetate. Well, until mom so rudely snaps this picture of me for my blog! What's a pug to do?