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.
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.
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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.
Oh no! They're leaving you? The nerve!!
Poor pugger :(
They will miss you too.
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!
Hey you can come here! We would love having you!
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