Sir Dudley The Pug - A Protest!

My RIGHFUL place-helping to natigate

Showing off my beautiful markings

   I am Sir Dudley Pug. Many of you have been reading about me. Well, I'll make this short. I want to protest! Yesterday owner Mama and Auntie M let me come with them to a cider mill. That's fine. That's wonderful!

I have to sit  WHERE?!

BUT---WHAT is this "back seat" nonsense??!! I've always rode in front with Mama. I'm a good copilot! But when Auntie M comes with us, SHE sits in the front, and demands I sit in the back! My Pug nose is more than a bit out of joint!
 Auntie M kept saying "good boy!" after she sort of shoved me back there. What choice did I have?! I tell you, I'm indignant!

Auntie M watching the goat eat her quarter's worth

 On a side note, I have to share a photo. At the mill there was a high grain thing, with a goat on top of it. Auntie M spent 25 cents for a quarter cup of grain to put in a cup- hoist the cup up by way of a pulley, and feed the goat. (How do you spell "SUCKER"?!)

I am NOT happy!

Humiliating! I'm in coach! I am not happy -at all!

 I'm not sure how to get my "first class" status back, but until then, I'll be sitting in coach, getting even by shedding all over the place.!