I took Joey to the vet this morning for a routine follow-up. I volunteered because I thought his appointment would conflict with Tara's plans to take Elizabeth to meet up with her Auntie, Tara's sister Sandy, at the Franklin Street Fair. Tara conveniently allowed me to think that.
When Joey and I got back home, Tara and Elizabeth were both still just lounging around the house, not even out of their pajamas! Anyway, the vet, Dr. Paula, was glad that Joey had lost one pound, but he needs to lose eight more. A pug owner herself, she does NOT like fat pugs.
She gave me a free bag of Diet Iams, or whatever. She and one of her female assistants also commented on Joey's sexiness. Actually, their wording was something like "Joey is bringing the sexy back." I said, "Yes, he is a very sexy pug. Even the cat's in love with him." I didn't mention that Chandler is always trying to hump him, but that might not qualify as "love." But, yes, Joey is a very handsome boy. Don't worry, he's not conceited at all. Anyway, the cat Sunny will rub up against Joey the same as she rubs against a human leg to put her scent on a person. Purring the whole time, she'll groom him with her tongue. It's true love. Joey is also probably Elizabeth's favorite. And that makes sense because he's the most outgoing and friendly.
Elizabeth is NOT available for adoption. :) She and Tara planted flowers around the mailbox last night, by the way. They're very pretty ... and so are the flowers. Ha-ha. The wildflower seeds that Elizabeth and I had scattered a couple months ago are now blooming, too. And speaking of the yard, it's now late enough and cool enough and I need to go mow the lawn.