Archive for March 1st, 2011

Woe is Sid

If there’s one thing that a pug knows, it’s that life is hard.

Sometimes life is so hard you want to just flop halfway out of your bed onto the cold, unyielding floor, just so you can feel something, you know?

Like, when your favorite treat bone has been empty for two whole hours, and it’s just sitting right there!  Right there on the floor! Taunting you, reminding you of the good times you once had, when treats were bursting from each of its chewy ends, peanut butter, apples, and venison jerky spilling in every direction, a bounty so plentiful you could hardly keep up…

And now?  Nothing.

Just an empty bone…

and nothin’ but the cold, hard floor to make you feel alive.

The End.