So that’s how they tricked me!

Once upon a time…I was a pug, wild and free!
I roamed the countryside, howling at the moon, chasing cats, and avoiding those evil bunnies. See my previous post, “Neanderpug, yeah!” for more on evil bunnies.

A meat eater at heart (I love sausage and pepperoni pizza!), I also loved to gnaw on bones. Any bones, the meatier the better.

And then hoomins came along.

And now I just can’t get enough French Fries. French Fried Potaters. Loaded baked potato, regular or sweet. I just gotta have it! Where’s the beef? I don’t know. I still like a good bone, but my tastes have changed.

And now I know why. You hoomins tricked me. Generation after generation training us dogs to eat starch, rather than you! Very clever. Someone forgot to tell those Swedish researchers they weren’t supposed to let the cat (or dog!) out of the bag. Or maybe it’s just too late for us to go back. Still, you’d better keep an eye on me!

Tank U Bugs