Nothing like purposeless, random shots of the pugs to inject a little happy zing into my post-holiday languor.
NYC has hit by a blizzard. I was so excited to some coats on the pugs and head out on our merry way, to frolic for hours in the fresh-fallen snow. I love watching dogs playfully romp in the snow, with glee on their little faces. Oh the fun we would have! The pictures I would take! The blissful exhaustion of happy pugs that would follow!
I'm not sure if those are looks of anticipation or fear.
Sitting down before we even get outside. Not a good sign.
This is a shot of our street.
We venture. That suspiciously looks like Bunni trying to turn back and head home.
Eventually Kevin takes the lead to forge a path through the deep snow.
We pause to allow the pugs to take in the splendor of it all, before the festive frolicking begins.
This was about as frolicky as Rikki got.
I had higher hopes for Bunni, due to memories of past years and snow-frolicking. There has to be frolicking, dammit.
After words of encouragement which degenerated into commands to "Frolic! Right now you ingrate!", Bunni seems to think this gig is up.
Yeah, it's time to go home.