skinny mini pig

in moments of deep personal darkness fueled by endless self-doubt i wonder if doing another pug post on this blog will help.

so. i stopped wondering and did it. now i know that it doesn't help.

a cockney gentleman once informed me of the only difference between a grave and a rut. in a grave, the ends are closer.

oh, well here's two pugs. the little one is only two months old but has already invented the faecal cluster bomb. little genius.


click the images to be transported elsewhwere. i was feeling artistic and cropped them as portrait here. there's a whole landscape world to these images waiting to be discovered at flickr.
and there's two more shots just to spice up an already stinging hot offer.