Yeah, that's Scarlet, 13 pounds of awesome, sweet, loving Pug.
She (and her owner, Theresa) came over for a walk (and drinks and dinner), and it was pretty much the most fun that this apartment has ever seen. Once Theresa had shown Scarlet all the rooms in the house, Scarlet ran around sniffed the entire place. And after our walk (down to the Boat Basin and back), Scarlet fell asleep on the couch while Theresa and I ate and chatted (with wine).
This whole "having an amazing pug in my house" thing made me want to buy my black and white french bulldog (pretty much just like this one) as SOON as possible.
Question: If I name my adorable, fun loving, Marcia-loving dog "Waffles," is it OK to FEED him waffles? Or would that be bad?