They say I'm a big "fawn pug" and that I'm 5. I have a friend they call my sister, but she's not. She's called "a black pug" and I think she's ugly and she smells bad. She's ancient (10) and she bites me. They call her Bubbles. "They" are my people. There's a soft one. She's my cushion. She comes home smelling like she's touched a million books. The tall one wakes me up too early but he gives me food.
Update 8/16/08 RIP Bubbles
Update 2011 - dude I'm 9 now!
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