it is pouring buckets here today. Mr. Boar is on his way home to help bale the garage – we shall try to keep the rising tide from hitting the back door and coming in the house. In lieu of pictures of my soggy morning, how about a peek into the rarefied life of a pug?
Your day will begin at 6:15. This is your choice. You will perform many spectacular stretches in order to procrastinate going outside to attend to your business. After your outdoor business meeting you will zoom back into the house and madly run around the coffee table with fellow pug Lucy in hot pursuit. You will both be running and yelping with ferocious intent but all the while being nothing more than clowns. After the mad dashes you will be delighted to hear it’s time for breakfast. You and your fellow canines will barrel down two flights of steps and skid across the wooden floors perhaps even wipe out when taking the corners. You will wait patiently by your bowl for your food. Those other two idiots act like animals.
You’ve had your kibble. You have been up for one hour. What do you do next?
See if Mom has made the bed yet and settle in for a nap until dinner!
I almost forgot the daily pork report!