Today was a good day! My tummy was back to normal, and I had the whole day with my Daddy! Since he was being a bit lazy, I decided to do my lazy pug best just to hang out on the sofa and watch the magic box. But Daddy had other plans, and we decided to goto the doggie park. After some serious puggy playtime, we headed home.
This is where it all changed. See, Daddy needed to do some chores, and that usually means one of the noisy machines comes out of its hiding place, and I don't like the noisy machines. Daddy calls it a "vacoom." All I know is that he drags it around the hairy part of the wood floors, taking away some of the tasty chewy morsels my chewies leave behind. So, what can I do but my best Protecto-Pug and bark...bark...and bark! Daddy has tried helping me make friends with the vacoom, but nothing works, not even when he tries to bribe me with my favorite treats. I just dont like the big yellow thing.