A certain spotted someone hijacked my blog yesterday so I didn't get a chance to wish my man Stubby a happy birthday. Stubby is 13 now. And that officially makes him the wisest, greenest AND oldest pug on Earth. As far as I know, anyway.
If you've never met Stubby, there's something about him you should know. He LOVES Popeye's fried chicken. It's kinda his thing. Thanks to him, we visited a Popeyes last year to celebrate the day I came to live with my human. And I've been waiting for another Popeye's-worthy superspeical day to come ever since.
Stubby's 13th birthday sounded totally Popeye's worthy to me, but my human didn't see how feeding me fried chicken would celebrate Stubby's big day.
ME: But it's Popeyes!!
MY HUMAN: And?
ME: And, uhm, Stubby loves Popeyes so we should honor him by eating it?
MY HUMAN: Nice try.
It didn't look like Popeyes was going to happen, but then we heard our pug friend Anakin had to have emergency surgery - after he went to Popeyes... to get a birthday surprise for Stubby!
Kind of a long story, but Anakin accidentally ate some chicken legs. With the bones and everything. The vet cut open Anakin's belly and took back the bones, so he's doing OK now. But I don't think he really got a chance to enjoy his Popeyes.
When I told my human we now had Anakin's recovery AND Stubby's big day to celebrate, she totally caved. Half hour later, we were at the Popeyes drive-thru thingy placing an order. My human couldn't remember the name of what we got last time, but she knew it was boneless.
Uhm, we want those things that don't have bones? It's for my dogs, she said.
(the Popeye's person had no idea what she was talking about and probably thought she was a whacko)
You mean... Nuggets? he asked.
Minutes later, we drove away with a box of 6 tasty Nuggets. I had to share with Dutch, so they were gone in about 15 seconds. But before I inhaled my Nuggets, I made three wishes: good health for Anakin, a long happy life for Stubby, and another chance to eat at Popeyes.