My human's making me do another one of those confession things again today because I got caught doing something I'm totally not allowed to do. So here goes:
Hi, my name is Puglet and I'm a rock/woodchip-aholic.
Yeah. It's true. See those things in today's picture? Well, they came out of me. And in case you think that's one of those optical delusion things, here's another picture:
Not only did I get caught, but we almost had to take another trip to the vet again because of the rock/woodchip eating. Because last night I started to feel a little sick. And when it came time to eat breakfast this morning, I didn't touch my food. Couldn't even look at it. Blech.
The not-eating part freaked my human out, big time. She says that for me to skip a meal, something has to be wrong. Very, very wrong. And I guess she was right because about an hour after she pumped me full of mineral oil and called the vet to make an appointment, I puked.
And out came the rock and a woodchip. Which is why I got in trouble and have to do the confession thing again. I know eating rocks and stuff is bad. And I guess I understand why my human gets mad. Sort of. But I'm pretty sure the -aholic thing means it's hard for me to stop doing it.
I mean, the world is full of rocks and woodchips. Sometimes the temptation is just too much.