Monday, January 20, 2014
PUGS NOT PIGS
NOT pigs...we do not wallow in anger, guilt or misery. And neither should you, Mom. Stop staring at the ceiling from the couch trying to make people clouds out of the texturing. Its just not the same as going outside, into the fresh air and looking at the real clouds. Get up off the couch.
TODAY our Mom gave her sadness its own name, ...Bernice. Mom says Bernice can be a real bi**ch and at the moment just wishes she would buy a one way fare out of our house. Bernice just sits on the couch beside our Mom eating the last of the ranch chips...you know the ones we really like but only DAD sneaks us some. Mom ate cereal instead, while laying down on the couch. Bernice started to laugh thinking Mom would probably just choke to death on a dehydrated strawberry and one of us Pugs would have to do mouth to mouth. Can you only imagine all the fur a flying and Mom a yelling.
We don't like Bernice much either. We think she is very opinionated and oppressive. We want her to leave. We also want the sun to come out and dry up the swamp littered with ice and snow so our MoM can take us for a walk. Bernice isn't EVER EVER invited on our walks. We tried sending Bernice to live next door with the mean dogs, but her big a** isn't budging. (thats what our mom said) I looked in the phone book under 1-800-COME-GET-BERNICE ...but no one else in the world wants her.
We hate Bernice.
Stella Rose, Margaret Mae and Angus McConnell