just when I thought things we looking up for old pudge, all that crazy cold white stuff that piles up around here and freezes my little pug feet is finally starting to go away. I thought walks we finally getting better, but then come the puddles. that's what the lunatics call them, puddles. I call them wet ponds of horror.
every walk we go on I have to step around these ponds, while nate, always the adventurous one, splashes right through them, showing no regard for safety or good sense. what if that pond has no bottom?!?! what if he falls through the bottom and has only his Toronto Raptors leash to save him? we all know by now that the leashes have no effect on us, except giving the lunatics the false sense that they are actually in control of something.
Some would say Nate would just be able to swim to safety on the other side of the pond, well that's all very well and true for an athlete like Nate, but what about a poor little asmatic weakling pug like me?? I just wish that all walks could be the carefree walks of summer, with no obstacles, coldness, or strenuous hills. is that too much to ask?
of course it is, for a poor litle pug like me.