So what's so bad about being middle aged? Well, what have I achieved so far in my life? I have never had a real relationship with a boy dog, I don't have any puppies to love me, and in fact I don't think I will have any puppies, and I don't even have a career. Most people think I'm completely worthless. I try to keep my people happy and warm, but I have to admit that I'm really a self centred pug. I am addicted to the world of sense pleasures (belly rubs especially). I can't even meditate without falling asleep. I don't know how to be a better pug, and I think it's going to be all downhill from here.
I criticize the Bubbles, but in truth I pity her. She has known many other dogs, and has had countless pug puppies. But her breeders stole them all and sold them for a profit. How cruel is that? And then they tossed her aside, and left her endlessly looking for her babies, grooming anyone who sits within reach. I don't think she'll ever be happy.
This life is full of suffering for us. I've been throwing a pity party for myself, but I shouldn't be so shallow. There are many dogs out there who have it worse than me. I will count my blessings.
- I have good people
- Cheese
- Tiny tennis balls make me happy
- Mama is clumsy and gravity makes food fall
- I'm not as old as Bubbles
- Seattle Pug Rescue looks out for my best interests
- Walks in the park
- Cheese
May all beings be happy, may all beings be at ease
