Free Drinks and a Picky Pug

A while ago I went to my friend Bridget’s Holiday work party. There was free food, lots of good lookin’ people, an OPEN BAR, and some good DJ’s.

The highlight of my evening was the little pug dog that some guy brought with him. Mr. Pug didn’t really like all the adoring-girl-attention, but he did seem to enjoy the food I (blap!) dropped for him.

Holding my drink and a piece of chicken and in the same hand, I’d walk up near the dog all commando like. Then, as smooth as any ninja, I’d shift my grip on the drink and (oops!) the meat would fall.

Happy pug.

Happy, but dumb. He kept staring intently at the magic spot on the floor where apparently tasty treats would spontaneously appear.

The pug liked:

· Chicken
· Beef
· Italian Salami (although he had a hard time getting it off the floor)

The pug did not like:

· Crab cakes.

What kind of dog doesn’t like crab cakes?? I mean they weren’t the best crab cakes ever, but it’s not like Mr. Puggly should be the most discerning of epicureans. He’s a dog, for the love of goodness. If it’s a meat product, he should gobble it down like it was god’s nuts.

I stopped feeding the little bastard after that.