My dad had a fence put up in his backyard for a certain pug. Not that it was necessary because it's not like we have a pug who likes to escape and crash neighbor's backyard BBQs. Nor are we pug owners who have played rock, paper, scissors to see who had to put pug on a lease and take him outside to potty.
Oh we do and we have.
So we are extremely grateful that he put one up and pug can have some exploring room and enjoy the outdoors for a little bit when we visit.
But Big Daddy's sort of regretting this fence investment because this is where pug spent his quality outdoor time.
Pug is still not convinced he's not people y'all. I don't blame him that's the best lounging chair in the world right there.
And Miss Gracie makes sure she has an eye on pug at all times from her spot on the sofa.
Our poor pets, they just look so uncomfortable don't they?