So, just when I'd almost convinced my human to let me spend my supermodeling money on massive amounts of bacon, we had a little SNAFU here at Casa de Puglet.
A little SNAFU called Rancid Bacon Grease.
Uhm, yeah. If you've never heard of Rancid Bacon Grease, I guess it's bacon's evil twin or something. And I mean EVIL.
We found a great big yogurt container full of it on our neighbor's porch. Actually Dutch did, which is why he got the most sick, but I did get to try some. It wasn't as good as regular bacon, but it was pretty tasty. Dutch went nuts over it though. Ate the whole entire tub before my human came outside and caught him with his snout covered in the stuff.
At first I was super mad about not having a snout that can reach the bottom of a yogurt tub... but then Dutch started shaking real bad and whining and acting all funny. And I don't mean ha-ha funny.
My human *definitely* wasn't ha-ha'ing. It was 2am and she needed to be sleeping, not going to the ER because Dutch stuffed his snout with a tub of rancid bacon. So she decided to make him, uhm, give the bacon grease back. Y'know, like all over the kitchen floor.
Talk about nasty!! Made me REALLY glad I only got a taste of bacon's evil twin.
I wanted to take pictures so you all could see the SNAFU that robbed me of my bacon, but my human said no freaking way was she taking pictures of puke. I do know it took 2 entire rolls of paper towels to clean it up though. At 3am.
All is better now, except everyone at Casa de Puglet is really tired. My human is grumpy and fighting with some 1000 Pugs calendar SNAFU - I'm napping with Dutch on the couch, trying to figure out what I'm going to spend my money on now that bacon is a bad word here at the Casa.