it’s been a difficult few weeks here, but no less amusing due to the many animals we have in our home. they have been taking advantage of the fact that i’m short my good arm, causing all kinds of trouble. please allow me to introduce you to one of them:
this is “akuma”, or as we often call him, “mr. puggums”. he’s a four year old purebred pug who is a bit of a runt. he’s sweet, affectionate and- god love him- as dumb as a post. it’s a part of his charm.
now, normally, this little muncher is a goofy, well-meaning angel. sure, he’s a bit of a prankster, but he doesn’t behave poorly, such as trying to eat the cat’s food on a regular basis, drinking out of the toilet or getting into the garbage. but, now that mum’s short a wing, he has been acting the fool for weeks. he’s running all over the house, climbing over me like i’m some sort of puggy jungle gym and has knocked over the trash can at least three times. one could probably argue that he’s upset as he knows that the routine in the house has changed due to my injury (pugs are dogs that NEED routine, and when it changes, all hell breaks loose) but deep down i think he’s just having fun while he knows i will have more trouble catching him. the little stinker. 😉
more to come!