Now that the Green Pug media frenzy is over, and Dutch got his time in the spotlight, we've got some catching up to do...
So, my girl Bellatrix's human had the supergenius idea to start a Pug Saturday group. The last few Pug Sunday's got rained out so I was superexcited to head to the Easy Bay for some serious pug fun (plus Dutch).
When we got to the dog park, Bellatrix, my man Spencer and a very cool pug named Phantom were already getting puggy. It was really warm, so we all played in the shade under a picnic table. Except for Dutch. He just hung out with his rubber chicken and barked at us for being pugs.
Dutch's barking was pretty annoying, but it created a diversion and that gave me the opportunity to snack. On wood chips. I know I'm not allowed to eat wood chips, just like know I'm not allowed to eat rocks. But there are some things a pug just can't help. And eating is one of them. So even though my human kept making me spit the wood chips out, I kept sneaking them in. No big deal, right?
Right. Until about midnight. When my stomach started hurting. And I mean hurting. I tried to pretend everything was ok, but my insides were were full of wood chips and anything but OK. So I paced. And I puked. And cried. And paced some more. And puked again. But the pain didn't go away. This went on for a few hours.
One trip to the vet and a dose of mineral oil later, and I guess the wood chips started moving because the pain went away. I won't go into all the gory details about what the mineral oil did to my butt - let's just say I could have used one of those Rear Gear doggie butthole covers to hide the oil spill.
I also won't say too much about the ginormous woodchip that finally came out of me on Monday afternoon. Except that it was huge. Like, the size of my foot. But square-ish. And made of wood. Yeah. And Dutch thought I had a case of Famousitis!?!
My human says we can't go back to the woodchip park until I can learn how to "abstain" from eating things I'm not supposed to. I really had fun and want to go to the next Pug Satuday, but I'm not sure I want to learn how *not* to eat stuff. Unless maybe I get lots of cookies for doing it.