I just got back from a visit to a certain pair of adorable Bernese mountain dogs, whom Autumn is dog-sitting. I’m just glad there weren’t three of them, because I only had two hands and they were both so obviously in need of petting! (And right at the moment I need a shower, because I have had most of my head licked. But ah well, I’ve gone to bed dirtier than that before.)
But I’m tired, now. And my eye itches. And I am hoping you can’t get pinkeye from a dog tongue. So here, have a pug in a purple octopus costume. I’m going to bed.
Pugs in costumes are even funnier than most breeds, with the possible exception of corgis.
Something makes him look sad. Maybe it’s the forehead-wrinkles?
