Monday, February 24, 2014
So, Dutch says I don't always 100% tell the truth. Like how I conveniently didn't mention eating a pink cupcake. Or that I liked it. Well, duh. Of course I don't. I mean, this isn't non-fiction. Nobody wants to read about every single freaking thing I do. So I just leave the boring stuff out.
Of course Dutch thinks I'm lying about this too.
DUTCH: you also leave out all the bad stuff you do.
PUG: name one thing.
DUTCH: like last week when you rolled in a patch of superstinky dead stuff at the park and nobody would pet you because it looked like you were covered in poo and our human made you ride home wrapped in a towel because you smelled soooo gross she almost puked.
PUG: ok, name one other thing.
So I rolled in a litte death. Big deal. I got to take a bath when we got home and baths = cookies. Google says that's called being optimistic - and I'm pretty sure it's not the same as lying.