We recently discovered there’s a once-a-month pug meet-up at our local dog park. Saturday we went to our first one and, sure enough, there were a plethora of pugs milling around. It was a bit nippy and I was chagrined to find many of the dogs bundled up in warm sweaters. Pablo, alas, was coatless, although he didn’t seem to mind. Packed up somewhere in our new house are his winter woolies; I just haven’t uncovered them yet. As it’s supposed to be in the 70s today, I’m not too concerned. But winter will soon be here so I’d better start searching. Sigh.