image All of Pugsville came out to celebrate a very important event, the birthday of The Duchess who is King Argus’ favorite. Unfortunately, we caught our King in a moment of pugnacious dissatisfaction right in the middle of the day’s festivities. It seems that a combination of frustrations drove our Argus to this unlikely combination of festive attire and displeased expression. There were no pink balloons. The buffet lacked an appropriate desert selection. The seating assignments were not strictly boy-girl-boy-girl. And to top it all off, someone made off with his favorite rope toy. It took an entire team of royal masseuses to give him a pug rub long enough to snap him out of it.

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