Just Not Feeling It
You can tell when I am in this rut, although I am not really feeling…
I really never, ever thought that I would love a dog as much as I love my sweet Jenny the Pug. Sure I always wanted a pug, certainly preferred a black pug over the fawn but this sweet dog at age six is such the perfect fit for my family. Jenny the Pug has been getting fed by my four year old son, and it’s making her a somewhat naughty dog.
Not so naughty that she will be on Santa’s naughty list, but naughty enough to the point where I can not eat at my recliner without her begging. As you can see in the image above, she is staring me down. I decided to stare back at her with a stern look and she just had to look away ….
She is so funny, seriously! She kept looking at me out of the corner of her eye but wouldn’t look at me again, until I was done eating my snack and then she pouted….
Yup, she fits right in with us. She acts like a fourth child and she is treated like a fourth child. If she gets locked out of my room she whines and pouts because she is used to sleeping next to someone, but one night/early morning she jumped on my face at 2:30am and anyone who knows me well, knows you do not wake me up startled like that. It doesn’t’ go over well. I had to remove her from my room and finally fall back asleep. Jenny the Pug is a brat at times, but a cute brat!