COLLARS!?!? Not sure when it started, but my Mommy began bringing collars home. Collars for my birthday, for hooman special days, for adventures...I have a collar for almost any occasion. I don't think I'm the pug to blame. I think my Mommy may be a bit loony. Daddy isn't any help, either. He brings home all sorts of goofy collars. He says that they were on sale at the hooman store that has the white dog on TV. Daddy calls it "Tarjay." Not sure what's in there, as non-helper doggies like me aren't allowed inside, but I think it's a giant collar store, cause Daddy always seems to have a new one for me.
I'm not complaining, but those two hooman's are collar crazy! What's next, pug clothes, again?!?! (and we all know how that's gonna go...ugh...).