Rosy, you’re killing me with that tongue!
those ears and that paw tuck! melts my little heart!
looks like someone is not coming on our morning jog!
Double the cuteness, double the fun!
Oh Rosy. She never gives up hope that she’ll get a taste. (via Grubbin’ Pugs: Cold Farro Salad with Vegetables and Chicken in a Mint Yogurt Sauce)
Last night I woke up in the middle of the night to Rosy staring at me. Was she gazing at me lovingly or plotting to steal my soul?
None of us are enjoying this heat wave we’re having here.
Last night I fell asleep on the couch and woke up to Sunny taking her feet warming duties very seriously. Great in the winter, not so much in the summer.
And now she’s back to sleep and snoring loudly.
Sit pug, sit. Good pug.