MOM calls me her angel sometimes, and this weekend I stuck to my mom like glue. I followed her from room to room while she decorated, I followed her to the bafroom, I followed her to help sort laundry and when she finally sat down I sat as close to her neck as I could. Pugs often sit on their parents necks, that is normal. At least at our house where "not normal is the normal." She said I was her sweet angel on her shoulder. Now Mom is playing catchup at work, and on our blog. We mailed more cards out today.