For our last morning in Chicago, Donald and Daisy had something special planned, so we headed out to fortify ourselves with eggs and cinnamon buns before we hit the road.
Last chance to dine alfresco, pugs!
Daisy didn’t seem to be too thrilled with our outing, even when we posed her next to her namesake flowers.
And we soon found out why.
Chicago is amazing, not only for the architecture and the food, but also for the beaches! Seriously!
And Daisy is not a fan of the beach.
Donald, however, could not have been happier.
We tried to line the pugs up for a butt shot…
…but no one was keen on cooperating, and chaos was the name of the game.
Donald broke free to run and chase waves, while Daisy stood and contemplated the misery that had suddenly enveloped her life.
Hey, Donald! Looking for whales? Tuna? Hamburgers?
He could not have been happier.
Even seaweed is exciting! And tasty.
Lola Pug doesn’t mind the beach, but water might as well be hot lava to her, so her joy is somewhat limited.
Daisy stood as far away from the water as she could, while still keeping us in view.
After much pleading on Daisy’s part, we decided that it might be time to pack it up and head to the airport.
You okay with that, Donald?
I know. It’s hard to leave THIS behind….
So it’s into The Bag we go, little pug…
…and up into the air to bid farewell to our host city.
Lola Pug usually sleeps in-flight, but the trip was such a quick up and down for us, that she never really got a chance to rest. She basically just lay there, and stared at me the entire time.
Smiling or yawning?
Either way, I can see all the way down to your tail here, little one.
A wonderful trip to a great city, and we’re already planning our next little adventure.
But for the next few weeks, I think we’ll take a bit of time out to enjoy our own gorgeous city in the most beautiful season of all.
Thank you, Daisy and Donald, and thank you, Chicago, for a fantastic weekend and some wonderful memories. We’re already planning our triumphant return.