4.14.2006

bulimic puppies

So we have this puppy who is exceptionally cute (or at least we happen to think so). Problem is, he's a pug, and pugs tend to get really fat really easily because there is never a moment where they are not hungry. When we set our pug's foodbowl in front of him, he dives into it, sticking his two front paws into the bowl; he is the most enthusiastic eater I have ever seen. He has stood in his water bowl while eating out of his food bowl just to cut off the extra nanosecond it would have taken to walk around the water bowl to get to his food bowl. One time he leaped at his food bowl so forcefully that his rear legs came up and he was doing a momentary handstand. I kid you not.

To make things worse, a fat pug is one of the ugliest creatures on earth. An obese pug looks like an uncircumcised torpedo (if torpedoes were circumciseable), all wrinkly and conical. My wife and I were discussing this last night when we recited to our pug, who happened to be standing there, precisely what we would do to him if he got fat. We said that if he were lucky enough to not be given away to some yelling child with sticky hands, he would remain in our home but would consider it to be a living hell. There would be no food. We would leave the house for days at a time and not pay attention to him even when we were home. He would not longer be allowed on our bed.

What was his reaction? The little guy went into the kitchen and immediately puked his guts out. True story. We've produced a bulimic puppy. I'm glad he's taking us seriously, but I wonder if perhaps we went a bit far.

2 Comments:

At 4:29 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Pugs are probably the funniest dogs alive because of all the crazy stupid stuff they do, and because they look so funny too. But how, oh how, mr grad student, did you afford one?

 
At 2:45 PM, Blogger T.M. said...

First, Mr. Thaksin, I'd like to give you my condolences for recently being forced to resign your post as Thailand's PM. You always seemed like a fairly decent guy to me. But when the king speaks, he speaks, am I right?

Now for the answer to your question. Two words: sugar mama. The wife was recently promoted, making it so that while I still cry myself to sleep nightly thinking of all the debt we are accruing in loans, that crying is no longer followed by involuntary shudders. No involuntary shudders = money for a cute little puppy.

 

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