Louis Pug rests all week. Sunday was no exception.
Except today he felt a bit left out.
I’ll let him explain.
I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, but I had to. I did want to be a part of my parents’ special breakfast: their very first Overnight Night Oat Parfait a la Angela. I wanted some, but they said I couldn’t because of something called chocolate. I dunno because chocolate kinda looks like that thing that comes out of my behind two times per day.
Not only could I not have breakfast, I couldn’t be a part of their outdoor breakfast. I barked. A lot. But they didn’t care.
Breakfast looked pretty. I am pretty!
