So we made it all the way to the Milwaukee place but didn't make it to Pug Fest. I guess Miss Gimpy was too tired from The Other 999 to make sure pug #1/1000 (that's me) got to have a little fun. I'm seriously starting to think she might not even love me anymore.
But it's cool. I don't need fun or love or anything else as long as Tiffy's dad is around to take care of me. Because Mr. Tiffy is a dude and dudes are awesome in ways that blonde lady humans aren't. At least my blonde lady human, anyway.
I mean, my human would never cook me up a Corn Dog. She didn't even know what a Corn Dog was until Mr. Tiffy said he could make one for me. And the magic meat griller thing he used to cook up the Corn Dog? Yeah. I'm pretty sure my human wouldn't even know how to turn one on.
I'm sure Pug Fest was supercool and I'm sure I totally would have had fun there. But I'm also pretty sure the Corn Dog I got to eat instead was even better. Waaaay better.