We used to be nice citified pugs, but after living in the country for only two months we now have picked up some rather countrified habits. Now we ain't saying just because we cuss that all pugs that live in the country cuss, it could just be us. AND we could just be using the move as an excuse to cuss. We are not sure.
We blame it on DAD. Don't feel bad for DAD cos we always blame him for everyfing BUTT did any of yours dads find a ferret crawling into his lap, and build him a big ass trump tower to live in right where we can see him everydays, did any of yours DAD bring home not one but two fainting goats that hate hate hate pugs. OR did any of yours Dad bring home a miniature donkey that has fallen in loves wif your DAD and now he pays more attention to Petey (yes Petey is a girl). WELL if any of ewes can say YES to that then we will stop cussing BUTT until then we are cussing pugs in Iowa.
So back to those fainting goats. Ethel and Lucy. Ethel is nice and does not let us know how much she hates us. She has horns and is scary looking. But mostly she ignores us. But Lucy who is moms goat has no horns, and is fat and not scary and hates us right out in the open. Even when we go up to the fence just to say hi to her, she tries to butt us away from her. We call her the old heifer, just to be mean. AND yes we know she is not a cow but we haven't figured out a bad name to call her yet, or at least not one we can print in our blog.
WE love living in the country but when we signed on to go wif our parents to the country we did not know that would mean we would be living in a freak show......fainting goats, a tiny donkey, and a ferret that runs through the house hiding all our dog biscuits in the closet. Last night Dad found 8 milk bones Ed had hid in the bedroom closet. Do you fink he knows about the hurricane? (No Eddie is not allowed out of his cage, only when he shakes it like an angry prisoner, then they let him have his time in the house. He is house broken just a thief)
So until life goes back to normal (ha, whatever normal is at our house) we will keep on cussing, loud or under our breath. Cuss, cuss, cuss, cuss and cuss.
P.S. I have to go get my damn stitches out on Friday and meet the new "just got out of the marines" vet. What more could a girl ask for.