I don't know about you, but I'm totally ready for Christmas to get here. When all those rules about stockings made my head hurt, I looked into being Jewish instead, but Google said there's more to being Jewish than 8 days of presents. So I guess I'll stick with being Christmas. Which means I'm also stuck with the stupid deer ears and a big giant *empty* sock hanging by the chimney for another 10 whole days.
I'm also stuck with a human who doesn't believe in cooking. Which means I won't be getting any homemade snacks any time soon, and that makes me sad.
I can't stop thinking about the homemade snacks that were on the food table at Pugtacular. How good they smelled... how tasty they tasted... how many of them I didn't get to eat...
If you're lucky enough to have a human who believes in cooking, you just might get some home made snacks. Like Pug Bars. They're the things on the food table that spoke louder than my human. And they are magic.
I'm not sure what human is responsible for inventing the magic Pug Bar, or who was nice enough to bring them to the Pugtacular. But thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
My human stole the secret recipe that was posted on the food table so everyone here can enjoy the magic of Pug Bars. Even if I can't.