Monday, November 12, 2007

Packing

Mommy and Daddy are going to someplace called Portland . . . without me! They told me that I wouldn't like the airplane ride. Pshaw! What do they think I am, a fragile pomeranian? a yapping yorkie? I can handle anything that moves . . . except boats, I don't like small boats. Mommy was trying to pack, so to voice my displeasure gently, I jumped on her clean pile of clothes and wouldn't get off. Ha! Let Mommy attend that conference with pug hair all over her nice silk blouse.

I am pretending not to hear Mommy as she is telling me to get off the chair.



Change of tactics -- I think looking sad might be the key to get me on this trip. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

5 comments:

Suki Sumo said...

Hello! Of course I don't mind you stopping by my blog - I actually stop by yours from time to time. My mommy is a little obsessed with the thought of a trip to Alaska one day! She figures she's got the cold covered now that we live in the icy tundra that is Minnesota (she is a displaced Californian).

Anyhow - you're so cute! Thanks for commenting and I look forward to reading more about your adventures! Also, that is a really really sad face. I can't believe that tactic didn't work.

Goodboy Norman Featherstone said...

Oh no! They're leaving you? The nerve!!

Christine & Giggs said...

Poor pugger :(

They will miss you too.

rpm said...

Any clothes laying around are fair game to be rested upon. I hope you have a wonderful babysitter! Not that you are a baby, but if you stayed with me, I would spoil you so bad you would want to stay in the warm humid climate here!

♥PugPosse♥ said...

Hey you can come here! We would love having you!