I would eat until the fear of exploding forced me to lay down. Years ago, an eleven course tasting menu in Prince Edward Island was the apex of my … [Read More...]
It’s pretty obvious why I want to be a pug. All they do is lay around, sleep, play a little with their toys . . . if they feel up to it, sleep, eat, sleep some more. . . and snore very loudly.. No dealing with deadlines, no rushing around, no work, no paying bills, no stress about being successful, how you look, if you’re getting old or fat. Nope, it’s just take me as I am and I will love you forever. Yep, I want to be a pug.