It was inevitable.
The palm trees, the pool, the balmy glory…everything that is pug perfect…it couldn’t last forever. Well, at least not this year.
One, last memory of the glory and the beauty as we go from a red hibiscus…
…to a fluffy red parka with booties, and a pug who refuses to make eye contact with me.
The weather shock was just as huge and painful for both of us, but I’m the one left carrying the guilt and blame for bringing us back into this Hoth-like frozen landscape.
Someone seems to forget that I’m the one who also helped us escape to the warmer climate in the first place.
Ah, she breaks my heart. Looks like I’ve already started to save my pennies for the next trip down there.
Well. I guess I had better make up for this with a few pug-focussed adventures this week. Hmmm. Now what shall we get up to, Pug?