It's a sad day here at Casa de Puglet. Because yesterday afternoon, Nikon got stuffed into a box and shipped off to the camera spa in El Segundo. Again.
I tried to crawl inside the box to be with Nikon, but my human said pugs need air and Nikons don't. It takes 2 days to get to the spa, so I'd probably suffocate and die halfway to El Segundo.
Dying in the back of a UPS truck didn't sound good to me, so I gave Nikon a hug and said goodbye.
My human says if she can live without Nikon for a week, I can too. Whatever. For her, a week without Nikon means a week without pictures. Big deal. For me, a week without Nikon means there will be no supermodeling. No supermodeling = no cookies. No cookies = one sad Pug.
But I guess there are sadder things than no cookies. For the past week, we've been seeing a LOST DOG sign over the place. I mean like EVERYWHERE. They are all over the city. This one was down by The Man's house and he lives like 20 miles away.
I know most of you don't live anywhere near San Francisco. But Casey the Boxer's people are trying so hard to find her, I totally want to help her get found. I mean, I'd want the whole entire internet looking for me if I got lost. Wouldn't you?