Day 4 of involuntary confinement, and chew-things no longer interest me.
I'm not very good at being a couch-pug. I was born to run and play. Steal brother Dutch's toys. Chase butterflies. Jump through tall grass like the gazelles on Discovery Channel...
But, y'know, I really like watching You Tube.
My human parked me in front of it today to keep me occupied for a few hours (after I accidentally ate one of her books). I used to be afraid of the white computer because I thought a screaming pug lived inside it. But today I learned that things you see on the screen don't actually live inside the computer. They just come to visit.
So we did a search for "pug" on You Tube and found a ton of pugs for me to visit. I didn't move a muscle for hours. And kinda really liked it.