Pugfest!!!

"If you think dogs can't count,

try putting three doggie treats

in your pocket,

and then give him only

two of them!"

-Phil Pastoret

This past Sunday, Mike and I put the 'boyz' in the car and headed for Milwaukee Pugfest. Both Popeye and Junior were not happy campers on the ride to Milwaukee. They both had on their harnesses that the seatbelts go thru, so they were both strapped in the back seat. They whimpered and cried most of the way down there. They'd much rather be on my lap in the front seat of course, but I knew they'd be much safer secured in the backseat. They finally quit their sorrowful moans about 15 minutes before we arrived at the event. As soon as we got them out, they were ready to go!

So here's a recap of Popeye and Junior's big outing...

They just entered the building and are overwhelmed by all the other pugs...

We weren't in the building 2 minutes, when Popeye decided he had to poop! By the way,
Junior followed suit about 5 minutes later...




Ahh...they both feel better now and want to check everything out...



Junior finds a frilly little girl to check out...


There are ALL kinds of pugs at Pugfest!!!




A huge, three-legged pug on steroids???

No...it's Gus, an English bulldog whose color is fawn like a pug. Notice the line of drool coming from the side of his mouth.

There were old pugs...

"faux" pugs...

black pugs...

brindle pugs...

sissy pugs...

'pooped' pugs...

and sleeping pugs.


It was a quiet ride home. The boyz both fell fast asleep after their big day.

However, Junior seemed to get his 'second wind' once he got home, and was up to his usual mischief again...gutting his little stuffed animals!!!