Roxxx.

My brother is crazy about his little Pug named Roxy. In this photo, what you can’t see are her sweater (pink and leopard print), Christmas collar and purple harness. Brother-man’s getting married in June, but he tells me that Roxy is his daughter for now, since he and his soon-to-be wife don’t want to have kids for a while. I don’t blame them.

Roxy gains weight whenever I am around. I can’t resist how pathetic little pugs look sometimes. She looks like she didn’t spot in time before hitting a wall and that it still hurts. I fed her enough veggies to qualify her for PETA during Thanksgiving dinner.

[Larger image at Flickr.]