Pickles is worried.

Perhaps, he says, perhaps tomorrow will be better.

*cough*

Sorry for the hiatus! There were bunnies and they chewed through cables and it was all bad and...here. Have Lucy and Pickles, with Mera's butt intruding at rear (hee!)

Don't worry, guys. There are more treats in the bag.

Chubbs and Pickles focused on the party favors.

He's an action pug!

For about 12 seconds. Then he lay back down, his chores for the day completed.

Oh the humanity

That's right, Pickles does love his baths. How can you tell?

What? No. No! I don't want to.

Fine, mother. Whatever. Hi Internet, my name is Pickles, and I'm a pug, and I was told I have to be on this blog so that it's not a constant stream of Lucy pictures. Also, the rabbits are holding Mera hostage. Which, I guess that's not good.

Can I go now?