Pugs Are Evil
November 1st, 2006This summer Ella and I were invited to a fabulous dinner hosted by our good friends Amber and Imants. Imants is from Minneapolis, so when we met here in Austin we became instant friends, donchano. Whenever we see each other we talk about our favorite Minnesota restaurants, and of course, the Minnesota weather.
Amber and Imants were babysitting doggies that night. They had their own, Murphy, as well as a pug and small mixed breed dog. I became instantly fascinated by the pug, and as the evening wore on, I became convinced this dog was evil. I mean, look at it:
The dog knew I was aware of its evil intentions, so it mesmerized me with its bulging devil dog eyes. Behold the mesmerization:
The dog looked into my mind and after rummaging around realized their was nothing there that would be useful for its nefarious schemes. He released his hold and I snapped back awake just in time for dessert. The other small mixed breed dog was of no help, being intensly occupied by other matters:
Eventually things simmered down and we had a great time talking, eating, and keeping an eye on all the doggie activity.

