I don't think anyone cares about us at all.
I'm not sure if I will make it.
I hope they come home soon...
Showing posts with label pity party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pity party. Show all posts
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
HELP!
I managed to smuggle this message out, but I have to keep it short.
This is NOT what they promised it would be like.
Indoor-outdoor living, a private luxury suite, a vacation...NOT!
They have put us in a concrete prison cell with only one blankie each and a new (rottweiler) toy for some company. I don't know if we'll ever see grass or trees or a sofa again.
There are other dogs here and they don't look happy. We might have to organize.
Mama didn't even say goodbye.
I don't know if I can ever forgive her for this.
They said two weeks. Keep us in your thoughts till then.
I'll be strong. No one can make me miserable without my permission.
I'll be back.
This is NOT what they promised it would be like.
Indoor-outdoor living, a private luxury suite, a vacation...NOT!
They have put us in a concrete prison cell with only one blankie each and a new (rottweiler) toy for some company. I don't know if we'll ever see grass or trees or a sofa again.
There are other dogs here and they don't look happy. We might have to organize.
Mama didn't even say goodbye.
I don't know if I can ever forgive her for this.
They said two weeks. Keep us in your thoughts till then.
I'll be strong. No one can make me miserable without my permission.
I'll be back.
Labels:
militant pug,
pity party,
prison,
pugsitter vacation
Friday, January 18, 2008
middle aged...
Hey folks. I'm a bit down today. Yesterday I had a birthday... my 6th. So that's it. I'm officially middle aged. Mama didn't make too much of a scene, but she did keep reminding me all day, and she laughed right in my face and said "half way there" with such glee. And she laughed at my pimple. Yep, I'm middle aged and I still have pimples. What's up with that?
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.
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
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birthday,
Bubbles,
middle aged,
pity party,
pug
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