Wednesday, October 5, 2011
You know, when I first started looking into getting a pug, I knew I wanted a little fatty named Hubert. I wanted him to wear a monocle and top hat, and bark with a British accent. He would wear a black bow tie collar and a cummerbund. He would fetch me a glass of wine on a silver platter on command.
For three years, I just had a fatty Hubert who snorted and snored. All the time. He brings his slobbery rope to me for a game of tug-of-war every once in a while in between long naps. He can do a handful of fun tricks, which are always a crowd pleaser.
But then! I found SillyBuddy and the cutest bow tie collars. And things were lining up for ole Liz Lemon. I mean for me. I quote shows a lot when I speak. Though I try not to when I blog, I can't help it sometimes. It happens.
I didn't get the black bow tie collar, because I was heavily influenced by Boy's preference to get a pop of color, like red.
It makes him look a little less pretentious. :)
p.s. He was pretty tired at the end of this photo shoot.