When you’re miles above the world, breathing that thin air, so close to God you could lick his face, that’s when a pug finds out who he really is. We established base hydrant on Thursday, working our way up the eastern face, nothing but our leashes and our will to survive. Tomorrow we go for the big one. I don’t know what I’m going to find up there, but I hope it’s my soul.
Via Imgur.
Base hydrant!! Hahaha.
Don’t eat the yellow snow.
😀
Love the matching orange booties!
That’s it!!! This is my fav post on NOMTOM thus far! We can shut down now, folks, because this post can’t be undone!
It might be my favorite too, Birdcage! It’s got everything.
I’m extra grateful to NOMTOM today.
THE BOOTIES MATCH! This is all that matters 😀
I’m having trouble getting past the “Base Hydrant” comment.
Pugmond Hillary.
Trying to channel 260Oakley!