Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Lola. Lola. Lola.
Yes, she has a face only a mother could love. Well, i'm not her mother. What's with the tongue you ask? It's to big to fit in her mouth. Thats what we've decided, because it is always sticking out. Cute you say? Uh, you get over it. She has decided her new calling is that of an escape artist. I preferred the old calling, that of a speed bump on the couch. Much easier to live with. She has figured out every way to get out of the backyard imaginable. And when I block all her holes with bricks, lawn chairs, table, bench weights, and even used a shovel. She still manages somehow. I think I should set up a video camera to watch this dog in action, maybe I could turn it into a funny video show. I had four bricks blocking one small hole in the gate and she managed to push them out of the way, didn't matter what direction I stacked them. Didn't matter if the bricks were in front of the hole or behind the hole, she still got her fat body through the hole. (Which that in itself is something I've got to see) She is certainly not a petite pug, she is a porky pug. Putting her on a diet does no good when she sneaks in and eats the cat food...oh and she also intimates Lucy with a growl and steals her food too. Guess she needs all the food to give her super power energy strength so she can find new holes to squeeze her fat booty through in the backyard. Since we live next to a park she gets out and runs around a bit and then always comes to the front door and scratches to come in. Or some stranger brings her to the front door, "is this your dog?" I told Kyle one of these days she's gonna push me to my limit and i'll reply, "nope, never seen that dog before in my life". They'd bring her back though i'm pretty sure as soon as they heard the loud roaring snore that comes out of her porky pug body.