My foster sister. . . .

. . . a.k.a., the whiner. She needs to be near Mommy all of the time. She didn't leave Mommy's side all evening so I sulked on the couch. Then Mommy took me to bed, kissed my head and told me I was her boy. She said I was an awfully good pug for letting Moochie stay because she didn't have a nice home like me. I licked her nose and cuddled in close. Then I sighed in her ear and we fell asleep. Moochie slept on her bed on our bed, next to us. She didn't try to snuggle with my Mommy all night. I guess she's ok.

Moochie and me