The Will celebrated his birthday this past weekend.
As my gift I gave him many hours of Pug-snuggles. Coincidentally, mum gave him a couple of video games he really wanted so The Will spent most of the weekend on the couch, perfectly positioned for an invasion of the Lap-Magnet.
On Saturday the humans all went away for the whole day. The Will had requested a birthday dinner that required driving 3 hours each way and crossing the border into the United States. I don’t know where they went, but what I could tell you is that they were all enveloped with the aroma of steak and other yummy meat when they came home. Did they bring me any?
No! This kind of neglect is enough to make the most stoic Pug cry.
On the bright side, they did buy me a new stuffie, and an Angry Bird at that. What did they get Poppy? A new sweater.
Sucks to be you, squirt!