So, dooodz, I am starting to get a little stir crazy out here in the midwestern suburbs. I mean, I LOVE hanging out with my grandpugrents (and receiving carrots from them), but life does move slower here. A lot slower.
Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy a day filled with naps, and there’s plenty of open spaces for long vigorous strolling, but I yearn for socialization (I haven’t sniffed a butt in over 2 weeks). I’m going to borrow a tip from Noodles and sum up my feelings in verse:
I scan to my left.
I peek to my right.
Something feels wrong –
There’s not another pug in sight!