I hope you had a wonderful weekend.
On Saturday I went with the humans to Auntie’s place for dinner. Well, the humans got dinner, I had mine before we left and apparently that was called good enough.
Zoey and Livingston offered me the hospitality of sharing their food bowl with me, but who could eat kibble when the air was thick with the smell of pulled pork sandwiches? Auntie is a superb cook (I’ve heard). No matter how much we begged and pleaded, us dogs were not given even a taste of this heaven on a bun.
Although there were no dog noms to be had, I will forgive Auntie for one good reason, Auntie gives massages. Pug massages. If you have ever had a massage, you know the bliss of which I speak. She laid me on her lap and worked all the tension out of my muscles. She started at my head and worked all the way down to my back toes. I could feel all of my life’s stresses just flow away under her expert hands.
Yes, I have stresses; I lead a hard life. It’s plumb-full of challenges and injustices.
Let me tell you about it:
- The inability to see an offered treat and sniff it at the same time.
- Lacking the flexibility to be able to lick my own butt.
- Lacking the sproing to be able to jump on beds, chairs, tables or counters like the cat can.
- Never experiencing the joy of counter surfing – see previous point.
- Snoring so loud, you wake yourself up
- Reverse sneezes
- Daily application of eye drops
- Living in too cold a climate to have a doggy door – Puglet, you don’t know how lucky you are.
- Portion controlled feedings – governed by a preset time rather than the demands of my belly.
- Owning humans who feel it’s more important to leave each day for that work thing, rather than staying at home with their special gift – ME!
Whew, I feel stressed just reading this list, don’t you? The Will has promised to follow Auntie’s lead and start giving me regular massages. The Will loves me!