So, today we hit a new low on The Other 999 Pugs tour. Up until now things have been pretty ok. Getting to meet everyone has been supercool and it's been really fun to visit all the new places and smells. My human has even been letting me do a ton of bagel tests (even though the scale at Petsmart said I'm way past tubey). So having to share my human, my treats AND Nikon hasn't been so terrible... until today.
Because today we cooked hotdogs and brats for The Other 999 and nothing for me. That's right. I had to see the hotdogs+brats, smell the hotdogs+brats and even help freaking cook the hotdogs+brats but wasn't allowed to eat or even lick one.
So not fair.
Tiffy's dad felt bad that I didn't get to eat a hotdog or brat and promised to make some sort of special corn dog or something for me when we get back from Milwaukee, but that won't be for a few days and I don't even know what a corn dog is. Tiffy's dad understands the magic of meat so I know he'll totally look out for me but it still kinda sucks I didn't get to taste anything we cooked today.
Uhm, anyone ever have a corn dog??