Addiction. It's Not Pretty.

I haven't really seen my Mom since she bought the evil phone. Well, I have seen her, but from a distance, because that stupid phone lights up like downtown New York and she keeps pointing it in my direction. I get that she likes the new mega camera in it but she could take pictures of the floor or anything else, why always me and Tucker? Ole' Turdley doesn't care but we all know he is of lower intelligence so his opinion doesn't really count in my book.

These were the first pictures she took of me, before I knew what the Flash Monster was capable of doing to me.

This is what I do every time I see her pick up that phone now, before that silly flash even goes off. I even do it if she just picks the phone up to move it or answer it.

This is what Turdley Tucker does. Yeah, the dim dummy poses!

Oh my pugs! I almost forgot to tell you about the most wonderful thing I discovered last night. Heavenly, I tell you! I never, ever bother things sitting on tables, unlike some Chihuahua that will remain nameless, because I can't even bring myself to type his name again. So I have to say I rather shocked Mom with this behavior. I guess when people say Coke is a powerful drug they know what they are talking about. I know it has me in it's grip on me and won't let go. I am now a full fledged junkie. I'm not proud of it but we all have our crosses to bear, I guess this one is mine.

The beginning of my addiction, seeking my drug.

The deal is made.

I score.

This is your pug on Coke!

It begins to take effect.

 

There I am passed out in the gutter. OK, well maybe it isn't quite a gutter, more like the couch. But you get my point.

Don't Do Drugs!!!!