Hey everybody! Sorry I wasn't here on Friday, but I was trapped. Like, under Frank. He came over to keep me company so my human's leaking head could rest and get better. Frank seemed to think keeping me company meant humping, so that's pretty much what he did to me the whole entire time.
Then last night something totally amazing happened. I was trying to score some human food by doing my best kitchen-Jimmy, and I guess my waist looked extra waisty because my human said the magic words every pug on earth wants to hear:
Pug, you're looking kinda skinny.
SKINNY! Me. Skinny. And not even because Frank is fat because he went home. Of course my human didn't give me anything - like FOOD! - to make me less skinny, but she did say we need to get my butt on a scale. I asked her if my butt can have something special to eat if it weighs less than 25 lbs. She must feel guilty about maybe starving me because she totally said yes.
Scale, here I come...