In moms vain attempt to have me eat slower she has bought this evil contraption. It's called a "Squirrel Dude" and I don't like it! It takes forever for that kibble to come out and I have to work it for like 20 plus minutes and you all know when a pug wants to eat...she wants to eat.
It all started with the KONG, and that wasn't too bad, but mom says I've become a pro, and because I'm brilliant...her words not mine...I need to challenge my mind and my stomach. Enter Squirrel Dude.
See that hole in the middle? Mom or dad pours the sweet elixir that is my kibble into that hole...easy going in..not so easy getting out. Those evil tentacles inside prevent my life line from coming out and entering my pie hole. Now listen I like to eat...not going to lie...but having to work and work and work to get that food out...makes me ponder if it's worth it.
Oh yeah it is!! So what form of torture do you 'rents do upon you so that you have to slow down when you eat? Let your torture stories begin. I offer, in advance, my deepest sympathies.