So today was Pug Sunday in San Francisco, an event that occurs on the first Sunday of every month. Normally mom and I don't go, see it's not enclosed and mom gets nervous that I will run off, and the street is like right there...so she's nervous that I'm going to go running and get hit by a car. So because mom enjoys her gray free head of hair (she asked me to add that she doesn't dye it either..shesh mom!) she tends to avoid situations where I can run around off leash where I may run into the street. Well today dad was off work (yeah!) and he was able to go with us and keep an eye on me. See first I had to stay on leash....
But then she let me off and I ran like a pug who had just had some caffeine. Oh I made sure I came back when mom and dad called me, I didn't want to have to go back on leash, but there were lots of pugs to play with (including Spencer) and I made sure I met them all.
Good times are had by us Bay Area pugs, but when someone whips out a treat (in this case Ms. Amanda had salmon rolls!) all bets are off and some serious pug begging/utter cuteness begins.
Even Brother Dutch, who isn't a pug, was there and he was playing with his Henrietta chicken with my daddy. My mom tried to throw it, but she throws like a girl and Dutch was fed up with her. Mom and dad want to take Dutch home with us, I love him so I wouldn't mind, but his mom and brother Pug would I'm sure.
After all that fun and running around Spencer and I piled into mom's car and took a long nap. This was me in the back seat. I must protest because dad took this and I was too sleepy to look my best. I am currently planning my revenge....daddy watch your back.