Hello friends. It’s me, Pugsley, checking in. I hope you’re all having a great January so far. Remember the pajamas my cousin Craig bought me for Hanukkah? The ones that were so small I had to wear them as a scarf? Well, he exchanged them for my size. Mom wasn’t allowed to tell me because he said he didn’t want me calling him every day to see if they arrived. So here I am modeling them for you. Notice how I have that far away glance off to the side of the camera with just the right amount of head tilt to camouflage any turkey neck….not that I have a turkey neck or a double chin or anything. Models usually have that look because they’re glazed over from starvation. Not me; I’m a perfectly healthy specimen of pugkind.
I’m too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt too sexy it hurts!
I’ve been online searching for modeling agents. Today pajamas; tomorrow underwear.
Mark Wahlberg, Antonio Sabato, Jr. and Kellan Lutz – YOU’RE NO PUGSLEY GOLD!
Hey Calvin Klein, what’s a kid have to do to get a billboard in Times Square? I’ll have my people call your people.
For now, it’s time for my beauty sleep.
Kisses and Misses, Pugsley
You’re just too adorable. You’re killing me with your cuteness. I adore your blogs and your photos. Keep writing them. You bring a very special kind of smile to my face.
Awwww….Hi Auntie Lisette. I haven’t been able to play with my mom because she’s been buried in your latest book. I’ve jumped on her, pawed at her, licked her to pieces and she keeps telling me she’s busy. Tonight she promised to read it to me at bedtime so that I can write about it on my site. I’m so glad you like my posts. My mommy’s antics are an endless source of material. Pugs & Kisses, Pugsley