Like any human mother of three dogs, I'll proclaim that I love all of mine equally. But still, I can't deny that I take a lot more snaps of Mu than the other two.
Is it because of that sad-clown face of his?
Here he is, chillin' at the local Starbucks:
Doing his part to end the drought in California:
Hoping for the caterers to drop something:
Enjoying his girls, who were both home for a brief weekend:
Mu often takes naps standing up. Or, in this case, standing up while straddling a pair of legs:
Missing Lovely Daughter #2, hoping she's still in her bed behind the door. (She isn't; she had to fly home to Boston.):
Keeping me company in my closet:
Mu Shu doesn't like it when I bring out the suitcase because he knows it means I'm going away. He either climbs in:
...or he hides in my hanging clothes, pouting:
Demonstrating the Downward-Napping Dog:
Visiting the local elementary school, which has barnyard animals:
Doing the Classic Pug Slump:
"I can haz tea, pleeze?"
Posing prettily on a pouf I found by the side of the road:
Although, being a Bear of Very Little Brain, he couldn't figure out how to jump off.
Brainless or no, Mu Shu, we love you.