Imma pug, and imma sit weird on the couch even if it freaks you out. Deal. #respek #puglife

Socks are yummmmmmy.

My prankster parents think its oh so funny that the can stick things in my tail and let me carry it around without telling me.

And they wonder why I run away whenever they’re trying to catch me.

Sometimes, my mom tries to get me to pose. It’s really pretty embarrassing for her, because I am NOT going to do half of the stupid things she says. Sometimes I’ll pose for a bacon treat, but she better be lightning fast to catch me.

This is one of those awkward, in between poses I’m talking about. I could do the Claudia Schiffer if I wanted to. I choose not to, so the humans won’t put me to work.

What? I’m a pug. Lazy is my middle name. Actually, I think my middle name might be “NOPUGNO!”.

Why did you humans put me in this giant water bowl?

Did I tell you guys I met some other pugs? I did. We went to the dog park and it must have been Pug Park day because there were like a million other pugs there! My mom says only five but whatever, she can’t count.

Anyway, I sniffed them out and they seemed pretty cool. I always thought I was the only dog with a pretty dark face and a curly tail, but once I heard those familiar snorts I knew I’d found my people. ET, puggle. No, wait, that’s different too. Pug people?

Whatever. Their butts smelled okay to me.

The pug strut is a difficult walk to get down. It’s a combination of prancing and trying not to fall over. My mom says I run sideways. I say, you must be looking at me sideways, because this pug trot is perfect.

And then I eat some leaves.

OKAY WHOA. I DO NOT LIKE SWIMMING.

Pugs can’t read so I have no idea what this says.