Potty Woes

I'm not used to being regulated when I relieve myself. In my last owner's house, I just pottied wherever I pleased. Now my new mommy says I have to go potty on these little pads. I don't like it. Not one bit. At least I get an awesome peanut butter cookies when I do what she says. That has to count for something, right?

Gross

I think I may have kennel cough. Mommy has to take me to the doctors office on Wednesday. I'm scared. :(

Myspace

My mommy is trying to make me my own myspace but they're being meanies and not letting us sign up. Can't a pug get a break!?