Pillow Pug

Ok, spell it P U G, now tell me friends does that look anything like P I L L O W to you? I didn't think so. This is the indignity I have to live with in this house.

First it was My Boy......

At least My Boy let's me use his hand as a pillow sometimes.

Then it's Mom....she wants you to know she was asleep and even though it looks like the embalmers had just prepared her for burial she is simply sleeping.

I am NOT a pillow, I am your loving pug.

So I decided to turn the tables a little and show them how it felt.

I decide to use Mom as a pillow...

Not bad and she has plenty of fluff to make it soft.

Her lap isn't so bad either, again all that fluff .

Finally I just wander off to find my own bed since it has become obvious by now that she is not going to politely share the couch.

Now she wants me to embarrass myself totally and post these four pictures that are some of her favorites of me, but in reality beauty really should be shared with the world.

OMD Mom! Not the one that shows how gigantic my feet are!

Again with the feet? Good God woman, don't you know what a crop tool is?

I give up!  So I have big feet. It doesn't take away from the rest of my girlish figure, I'll just have to not draw attention to them by wearing glittery flip flops.