As you can see by these pictures, their weekend with their beloved friend Mr. H proved to be most tiring. On the first night, Gregg and Eileen had to endure a 4AM wake up call. Apparently the pugs wanted to practice their wrestling moves until 8AM!
If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times . . . pugs have absolutely no regard for the working class. They just want us to go out and earn the money that it takes to keep them fat and happy, and decked out in designer collars, leashes and sweaters. They also expect to dine on gourmet food, and to be driven to special Pug Socials. In my next life I want to be a pug!