A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words, or Just Another Pug Photo Op

I apologize, dear reader, for my lengthy absence from this blog but since Mom and Dad have arrived our days have been filled with so many activities. I think it is true that sometimes a picture is the best means of communication and so I’ve decided to make this entry a photo journey.

Last Thursday was our reading and signing engagement at the Sturgis Library and it was wildly successful. Having Mom and Dad attend was the proverbial icing on the cake for yours truly. The children were polite, loving, respectful, and attentive…all that any pug could want from little people. They loved our book and responded positively to its reading.

Here I am before the reading, receiving the attention I so rightly deserve.

Here I am before the reading, receiving the attention I so rightly deserve.

Look at Mom holding Lizzie.

Look at Mom holding Lizzie.

This little boy thought he'd won the lottery by just holding my leash!

This little boy thought he'd won the lottery by just holding my leash!

Here's my mom again, looking like "La Madonna."

Here's my mom again, looking like "La Madonna."

These little girls had no intention of every leaving us.

These little girls had no intention of ever leaving us.

This woman sitting next to Mom has come to every reading just to be near yours truly.

This woman sitting next to Mom has come to every reading just to be near yours truly.

That same evening we were rewarded with steamed clams (of course we did not receive the lion’s share, but rather the leavings from the human feast). I think it is worth looking at our “Little Miss Perfect Lady” as she tears tenaciously and wolfishly into each little bivalve. I was, quite frankly, shocked and impressed. I do not have the patience that Lizzard possesses but, as you can see, the reward was worth her effort. Every day that silly pug amazes me.

Lizzie is beginning to work on her clam

Lizzie is beginning to work on her clam

She's putting a little more muscle into it.

She's putting a little more muscle into it.

Her clam shells are growing...

Her clam shells are growing...

That little pug really knows how to go for the gold!

That little pug really knows how to go for the gold!

Note that she never loses her form.

Note that she never loses her form.

Finally, yours truly has a go at it.

Finally, yours truly has a go at it.

This is how a real manpug does it.

This is how a real manpug does it.

Lizzie's final lick...

Lizzie's final lick...

Look at me with my prize! What a pugbeast I am...

Look at me with my prize! What a pugbeast I am...

And here we are with Dad as he works on a big deal...

And here we are with Dad as he works on a big deal...

Enjoy!

Respectfully submitted,

Mason

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4 responses to “A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words, or Just Another Pug Photo Op

  1. Dear Mason, this here is Howie. Your new blog looks grand and I can sympathize about the sister sicchy-ashun. Those clams look delish. Do they ship well, like, if you were to send them to, say, Howee’s House, Texas?
    your good pal,
    H Pee

  2. You and Lizzie look so cute digging into your clams!!! I hope you enjoyed them. So glad that all of the little people were nice to you. You deserve lots of love and kisses!!!

  3. Lexie, Chloe & Coco

    Oh what fun we had looking at all your pictures and wishing we were there! (both for the book reading and especially the clam feast!)

    Hey, our mom just finally got around to ordering your book. We are VERY excited to get it…we’ll let you know when we do!

    ~Lex, Chloe and Coco pugs in Oregon

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