Howie Opens Holiday Prezzies

This here is my Mama huggin and smoochin on her
first foster pug, Mister Pug. Don't let the name fool ya,
he could pee on a formal dining room chair leg with the best of 'em.






Today the mama said we got a prezzie in the mail from Mister Pug.
Now, I didn't just fall off the turnip truck yesterday, I know he can't
go to the post office cuz of federal regulations about peein on mail
and important stuff like that, so I 'spect this wuz from his Mama, Auntie Julie.

Right away I seg-gested that mama consider the fact that Annie is
20% fur, 80% fat, and should get none of this delishush stuff Mister
Pug sent TO ME. Sharing is for the birds *makes rude spitting noise*.

C'mon Dad, how difficult can it be?
Three gi-normous cookies, three hungry puggies?

Then there was the whole SIT STAY stuff to go through.
I don't think Mister Pug wudda wanted us to work for these
yummies, he's jest like me and believes in instant gratty-fication.





As yew can see, we finished off the whole box. Mama hollered something
at Dad that sounded like HOLY COW YOU GAVE THEM THE WHOLE BOX
but I'm not sure, it cudda been something different since English is not my
first language. Just one more reason we enjoys havin' Daddy around.