Good afternoon. I’m Ron and this is my very good pal Lola. We’re a couple of rescue pugs who were brought together by our human mum who likes pugs.
I was living in Manchester originally but my family gave me too much cheese and I got fat. Plus they had a human baby and suddenly I was the spare part who’s name no one could remember. So they put me in a car and drove me down the M6 to a service station where I was handed over to my new mum.
She’s really nice even though she doesn’t let me have cheese whenever I want. Still, I’m not complaining, I can get up and down the stairs now, which is useful when I want to get a bit of me-time away from frisky-drawers, Lola! As you can see from the photo above, she’s got separation anxiety issues.
Ron (right) and Lola wishing this box was full of crisps rather than Pugs In Space t-shirts…
Yes, this Lola character. There I was minding my own business getting all the attention and treats when this bonkers little pug turned up one day out of the blue and announced she was commandeering the right-hand side of the basket.
Life on the whole is good, though. We get two hot meals a day (well, Royal Canin niblets) and as much sniff-time down the nature reserve as we like.
We’ve also got a third rescue-pug-pal, Lily, who we call Taser because, well, she’s just nuts. Meeting her for the first time is like being tasered by a police taser-thingy. This is her. Taser lives with our human’s mum a few miles away but comes over for lots of sleepovers. And, believe me, after a day being chased around the place by Taser, you sleep like a pup.
It was while Lola and I were watching the human actors Sandra Bullock and George Clooney in the space film Gravity that our human decided we should be turned into cartoon astronauts and sent into space in search of stolen sausages. We like sausages. A lot.
And we also like being astronauts. So we ended up being turned into cartoon characters and the next thing we knew we were hurtling into the Catosphere in our very own space ship, the U.S.S. Weiner.
This is how we look as cartoon pugs. That’s me at the back on the right (I’m ‘Major’ Ron whilst in space), with Lieutenant Lola next to me (looking as dreamy-eyed and clumsy as she is in real life!). And for some reason, Taser is in front making out she’s in charge or something. Which is a bit of a liberty seeing as she’s not even a real pug in space. She actually drives a space Uber for a living. Ah, well, she does come in useful as you will find out when you read the comic.
So, join Major Ron, Lieutenant Lola and our unhinged pal Taser as we go where no pugs have (as far as we know) gone before… Buy the comic here