Friends,
After unsuccessful attempts of mom having me buckle up in the car, she got me a baby sister to give me company on the rear seat. Problem solved!

Friends,
Welcome to our family hospital! Humans at home have been sick with different degrees of respiratory infection being mom the worst case. I didn't get the bug, but I still needed my daily dose of medicine for Addison's disease. Every morning I position myself by the bathroom counter where my medicine is stored. I even bark to alert mom that my medicine is due. In this picture, I am teaching baby sister how to properly position herself to receive her dose of antibiotics. She is a good patient, let me tell you.
Mom, on the other hand, missed days at work and complained about feeling too sick, which worried me because she was not getting paid. It took mom four days to finally decide to go see a doctor. Mom couldn't answer if she had had fever because she didn't make the huge effort of using a thermometer. Mom doesn't take her medicines on time with the silly excuse that she can't think straight. Mom is not a good patient.
There comes my great business idea: a school to teach people and dogs how to be good patients if they unfortunately happen to get sick.
I had to send mom back to work already because she said she is too broke to finance my business project. I hope her co-workers don't mind all the coughs, sneezes and the "what did you just say?". Yeah, ear infections can make you dummy!

Behave your best today!

Could someone please explain her that pugs don't need to take a daily bath?

Hello friends,
Thank you all for your comments and suggestions about wood flooring. After spending many hours debating, baby sister and I couldn't find an agreement as to what type of flooring to have installed at the house. Finally, late at night, I has handed a cookie and that was it. I let her choose what ever she wanted. This is it my friends; and I have to admit that she was wise enough to pick a pug fur colored wood.

Dear friends
I come to you again to ask a big favor. If you look at the above pictures closely, you will understand what is going on at home. I play with baby sister, she gets bored and goes to play somewhere else. I get bored and go to rest. It is not my fault that there is clean folded laundry in the couch, where I am supposed to lay down. Is that enough reason for baby sister to come and rudely push me down to the floor? Because that's what she did, although I don't have photographic evidence because mom dropped the phone to get her to stop screaming at me.
If you have a reputable Puppy Trainer for baby sister, please let me know. Mom is no good for that.
Sincerely,
Coco