As bad as she can be sometimes, she makes up for it by having the biggest heart and the most love for her humans as pugly possible. As I write this, she sits on my lap, resting her head on my arm. Yes, it makes typing take twice as long, but I can't bear to make her move.
We may have a new member of the family, but Marti says the more the merrier. And Marti will squirrel her way into any situation. No really—any situation. This is my view when I'm feeding Avery.
We took advantage of the beautiful weather today and went for a walk. I've got my hands full. Especially when I have to pick up poo.
Here she is, hitting the books. I hope one of these covers pug obedience.
Self Portrait: The Pug and Baby Wrangler.
*I had joked that if Avery went past her due date, she and Marti could share a birthday. As it is, they don't even share a birth month.
1 comment:
marti's face in the last pic is just precious. your dog alone melted my cold boyfriend's heart and now i think he'd consider a little dog. that's huge marti!
happy day of birth you glorious dog, you!
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