You're probably wondering where all the ridiculously cute pictures from my weekend with Frank are. Well, we didn't really get a chance to take any. Because we kinda broke Frank.
Not broke, like broke in half. But more like broken, as in no longer functioning.
On the first night, things were going great. As planned, we played non-stop for hours. And there's really no way to explain how two pugs play, so here's a video of me and Frank getting puggy:
The next day we headed over the bridge to where the cows live. I was all excited to take Frank on our cow hike, but when we got there, my human said we wouldn't be hiking because Frank and hiking "are not compatible". So, we just played in the creek and snacked on grass while my human read a book. It wasn't as much fun as hiking, but we still had a good time.
I had no idea what "not compatible with hiking" meant - until Frank refused to walk and my human had to carry him back to the car. Even though we only had to walk, like, half a mile!
After the carrying came the puking. Apparently poor Frank isn't compatible with grass eating either. Because he puked. A LOT. And the puking made him feel so sick HE DIDN'T EAT. Can you believe that?? A pug skipping dinner? And then breakfast the next day? I didn't think such a thing was possible.
Luckily, Frank's people were only gone for a few days because the not-eating thing totally freaked us out. We met up with them at PugSunday and poor Frank spent the whole time curled up on my human's lap. He's feeling better now (after getting one last puke out on his dad's computer keyboard) and I can't wait until my human goes away next month because I'm going to stay at Frank's house!