The Pug Intelligence Agency (PIA) has come through once again. I remember what happened and why I have been sore for a while. Remember those smug posts where I mocked the thought of having my manhood taken away...it turns out I should not have been so confident. Daddy assured me that he would never allow that to happen but an operative (who was in the process of developing a method to remotely lauch treats from one location to another) saw it with his own bug-eyes. Daddy and Mommy left me with that evil testicle stealer they referred to as a vet. Daddy said "bye Winston, we're going to lunch at TGI Friday's" and Mommy said "say goodbye to your balls for us" and Daddy laughed!!! This jogged my memory and proved his complicity! How could you Daddy?
This picture shows exactly how I felt upon realizing that I had been bretrayed: sad.
This post is to remind Daddy that I thought he loved me more than Big Mean Mommy. This was our first kiss, before I even got to come home from the breeder (4 weeks).
This was us the very first time we met, I was too young to kiss then (2 weeks).
This is him holding me as he explained football to me. All this love was just an act on his part.
I used to love him, too. Sometimes I slept on his sandal just so I could smell him. I don't know why I did this, I can smell him pretty much everywhere in my apartment.
He even claimed me as a native born Texan since he is; and he's a real Texan, not a transplanted Connecticut Yankee diguising his mild form of mental retardation as a Texas accent. [Parents' note: we have no idea who he is referring to.]
Why must you break my heart Daddy?
Remember the good times (7 weeks old)? When I was small and you looked really fat? I can no longer rely on you, so I shall seek help elsewhere. Auntie Roni suggested I write my Congressman, and I believe I shall.
Snarf everyone later and sorry for the angry post,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth