So it looks like my man Boy George is waaaaay more famous than the Luke dude who follows 1000 Pugs. Normally I might feel kinda bad for Luke. But after what happened on Saturday, I need all the love I can get. Even if it's from some dude who dressed funny in the 80s.
Because not only did my human cheat on me with who knows how many other pugs, she also brought one home. Yeah. Like to our house. Luckily it was Noodles and not a complete stranger-pug. But still. Coming home covered in pug smell is one thing, but coming home with a real, live pug? That's totally crossing the line.
Nothing against Noodles, but I can't compete with a cute little girly pug. I learned that when Gracie was here. Noodles is totally cool and we even played for a few minutes until I went in for the hump and my human reminded me that girly pugs aren't the same as boy or hermaphrodite pugs. Then Noodles reminded both of us that according to official girl-rules what's hers is hers and what's mine is also hers.
Luckily Noodles didn't take over the whole entire house, just my human's lap and a bully penis - and only for a few hours. When the Chinese New Year parade was over, her people came and I got my human's lap back.
The official boy-rules say no blood no foul, so I guess it wasn't a big deal that my human brought Noodles home with her. But I hope this sort of thing doesn't happen again. And if it does I want it to be with a boy pug who doesn't mind being humped and isn't so much cuter than I am.