No one resents weather quite like The Pug, and this latest (and first of the year) deep freeze that has hit us has been duly noted in HRH’s record book.
We finally got snow the other day, and since then, the mere suggestion of an outdoor excursion has been met with deep suspicion and disgust.
Oh, come ON, pug, your bladder is *really* only so big, and don’t you want to sniff around and see what’s happening outside?
Yah. I see your point.
Move over, bunny. I’m crawling in beside you.