I'm Okay

Mom is convinced that I'm sick. She thinks that I haven't been feeling very good all week and there's talk that I might have to go to the vet. I told her that I'm fine but she's just not buying it.

Does this look like the face of a sick pug to you? Of course not! Just because I prefer to lounge around all day doesn't mean I'm sick.

Another reason Mom thinks I'm sick is because I'm having problems with my folds. If you look real close, you can see that my right fold is much darker than the left one. Maybe you need a closer look.

Hmm. I think it looks fine, a little brown but generally good. Mom keeps rubbing my fold and you wouldn't believe the stuff that comes out of it.

From this angle you'd never know that there is bunny poop in my fold. How did it get there? Well, the bunnies visit my backyard and go poopy. Lots of little bunny pellets litter the snow covered grass. The pellets call my name and I run around the yard gobbling them up. Delicious!

All that poopy also makes my nose dirty, or so Mom thinks. It's not really dirty it's planned eating. I keep the poopy on my nose in case I get hungry once I come in the house. I'm much smarter than Mom thinks.

This is a super close up of my totally cute and not dirty nose. Having access to instant food keeps me from starving when Dad is gone for the day or out of town.

I've decided to give Mom the funky face so that my fold is crooked and looks less dirty.

Does it look like it's working? I didn't think so.

Mom thought maybe Buddy Dog could make me feel better but I didn't want anything to do with him. I didn't even want him to be in a picture with me but I didn't have the energy to kick him off the sofa.

"I'm not looking at you Buddy. You are invisible to me. Get out of my face before I turn into devil dog!"

I convinced Mom that having some lunch would make me feel better. She agreed and told me she would share her lunch with me. I was excited about eating until I saw what she was having for lunch - yuk! I was thinking more along the lines of a burger, some fried chicken, or a cheese sandwich but of course Mom doesn't eat any of those things. I know my pal Tuni loves broccoli so it's too bad she wasn't around because there was no way I was eating any of that stuff. I did have some of the tofu but it just didn't hit the spot.

Since Dad was gone for the day and the veggie queen wasn't going to break out any real food for me, I decided the best thing to do was go back to sleep. Wake me when the cows come home!