Thursday, October 22, 2009

a VERY Bad Pug

Once upon a time Frank's grandmother sent his father and I a lovely and thoughtful package. His dad brought it in and left it on the floor, and here is what I found upon my return from a very, very, long day at work:

Oh my.

AND...chewed plastic baggies.

It seems that Grandma Railey had mailed a dozen homemade chocolate chip cookies for Frank's dad's birthday.

Frank, of course, assumed that they were for him.

12 Chocolate Chip Cookies + 1 Small Pug + maybe some plastic baggie bits and cardboard =
bad. Very, very, bad.

It was pretty clear from the way Frank looked that at this point he might actually agree with the above equation.

That's right Frank. I BET it is hard to hold a curl in your tail.

Oh my, someone did not feel well at all. Have no fear, however, I have the delightful pleasure of having a friend who we MOST enjoy, and who also happens to be a veterinary technician, and who also happened to be at work just a bit up the road. She arrived with some syringes of fresh hydrogen peroxide, which were force fed to a rather less than enthusiastic pug. I dug the shower curtain that I had just tossed out the door (what fortuitous timing!) up for "collection", and we had a less than elegant, though somewhat satisfying, half hour of watching the chocolate chippers re-emerge. (Don't use the hydrogen peroxide technique unless specifically being told what to do by your veterinarian or lovely veterinary technician).

Oh Frank, what a very bad pug indeed.

(Fear not, however! Frank was back to begging by the time the dinner hour crept around, and is currently snoozing, happy as a clam, in the middle of the bed.)


Mad. said...

Funny, gross, educational... what else could a good story need?!

Remember the first time his tail uncurled and you were sure it would never curl again? :)

Poor Frank. I relate to not being able to resist cookies.

Anonymous said...

I have never seen a Pug with such a limp tail! Or so round....Oh my poor guy!

Puglette said...

oh dear, so sad for dad's cookies and for poor frank's tummy. i knew the box must have contained food. for dogs with short noses they sure have a great sense of smell. our pugs found a gallon sized bag of fruit and nut mix while we were out. to put it delicately, we found lots of nut rolls out in the yard for the next day or so.

sorry we missed you at the pug gala! maybe pug o ween.