A One-Pug Iditarod

Dimwitted Mother decided I should go potty on the deck so she wouldn't have to bundle up.

Surely you can't expect me to go when the snow is higher than my naughty bits.

Once safely inside, I unleashed a well deserved verbal assault on Mother.

She then wised up and took me out to a proper potty area where I caught a few flakes on my tongue.

The next morning, I stored some trailmix in my wrinkle and headed out for a one-pug Iditarod.

I used my dainty starfish paws and large talons to maneuver on the ice.

The ice was no match for mother's large paws.

My paws started to get chilly so I took turns placing them on Mother's boot.

Icebergs!

I wanted to re-create the sinking of the Titanic, but Mother and I fought over who got to be Rose.

There's Snow in My Wrinkle, Dear Liza Dear Liza

Mother strapped my smart coat on me and we went on an adventure.

I did a celebratory tuck-and-run to appease the snow Gods.

Writing my name in the snow.

An artsty B&W for my modeling portfolio. Call me if you want to book me, I don't do topless.

Brrrr.

Mother, if you don't let me in I fear I will become a Pugscicle.

Seriously, put down the damn camera and open the door.

Secret Santa Paws

Look what the mailman brought me.

I did the ceremonial tuck-and-run before opening it.

Ooooh...gifties!

I got a super cute picture of my new friends down in California posing with the gifties before sending them.
The goodies. Surely they are all for me and not mother.

Don't mind if I do..

Opening prezzies is hard work.

Good thing mother hasn't cut my nails lately.
The next spokespug for Buddy Biscuits.
I will be the envy of the dog park in my new scarf and shirt (it says "You Had Me at Woof").

Oooh, this one makes noise. I hope it's a cat.

Not a cat, but very fun!

All of our gifties. Thanks, Santa!