There is not one ounce of Irish blood in The Pug, and I am quite sure that having Irish friends doesn’t count me in very deep, either, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the day.
…and by “enjoy”, I mean “dress as many dogs up in silly hats as possible”….
Hey, Rocco! Good of you to have us over.
Sorry Barkley. Consider yourself to be collateral damage. …you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time….
Well. At least Lola didn’t have to suffer alone.
Well. Many treats were given, and all in all, they came out mostly unscathed and very coddled and spoiled.
I am SO in trouble when the pugs take over the planet.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!