Congrats Lynn and Ivan Sherry

well, my girlfriend Sadie is absolutely pooped from the last week's events. Her mom got married in Cananda. Here's a little pic of her taking a breather. Sadie was the "flower girl" and managed to get down the aisle with the bouquet only partly chewed. The day before the wedding she helped her mommie, Ms. Lynn Filusch-Sherry, wait........is it Sherry-Filusch, or......Filusherry? Sherriloosh? Filerry? Ferry? Shilusch? I don't know. everytime Sadie called home she couldn't pronounce it due to too many spirits. Anyway, the day before the wedding she had to help clean up bird poop that was all over the place where the blessed event should take place. It's some kind of Canandian Geese blessing to poop all over a wedding of a native and an imigrant. Go figure!!!! Anyway, congratulations to an amazing couple. P.S. my two dads had to miss the party because they were in rehearsal for my Fairy lady. it's sounds kinda weird. some show about a woman who learns how to talk. Isn't that like the Miracle worker? oh well. rest my sadie and take a breather. i'm sure you looked stunning in your tight Maple Leaf Sports bra and matching panties as you strolled down the aisle.......... love to lynn and ivan. boo

Ocean city bitch

My summer vacation at the bitch, ocean city bitch............well, where do i begin? 1st of all, our room was no bigger than this blog which was fun. I could do things like stand or sit or lay down and with clever positioning could even turn around. Some of these pics represent my daily and evening walk. As you can clearly see I am practically the only pug in sight and am in the minority. The good thing was meals. I got left-over-let's-go-get-some-pizza-I'm-really-drunk PIZZA. I also got oh-my-god-i-need-some-grease-i'm-so-hung-over EGGS and SAUSAGE SANDWICHES. one night i even had hey-i-paid-28-dollars-for-this-ghetto-buffet-i'm-gonna-put-some-hot-dogs-in-my-purse HOT DOGS. So that was fun. During the day I mostly watched Telemundo for pugs and ocean city bitch porn. Sleept some and also caught up on some really awesome reading. As you can see from the pic below the boys really tried to keep the fancy hotel room really tidy with a big place for me to sleep on the bed. To the right was a restaurant that refused to serve me and my kind. there was a sign out front that read NO DOGS. What? How can you own a restaurant at the bitch and not serve dogs? A bitch IS a dog? oh well. their lose.. I pissed all over there stoop. I won't be going back there any time soon. So, my Fodor's rating of the trip would be as follows: Drive down: (1) could only see dashboard lights and radio dials. Scenery: (4) trashiy tourists, beer cans, cigarette butts and tacky signs. Food (a defineite 10) pizza, hot dogs and breakfast sandwiches. Hotel room (8) it was nice but filled with stuffed animals and and an impossible to clean sandy tile floor. And fellow pugs always remember when your fairy parents keep getting in your little stinky smooshy face and saying "we're going to see the bitch, you've never seen the bitch have you?" and things of such manner, always remember they don't mean some hottie-smokin'-i'm-gonna-lick-your-ears bitch, they mean trashy-beer-drinkin-long-car-ride-down-get-me-out-of-this-motel-with-crazy-animals-i-gotta-poo bitch. The OCEan City BITCH. next year, i'm going to Denver. Boo. Peace out to all the pugs in the world.