What Do Pugs Like?

Allow me to set the scene.

It's evening. A movie is on. Three pugs are passed out on the couch, in various stages of repose, snoring away.

I pull the hot air popper out of the pantry.

You know when the great predator is on the loose, and all the birds stop tweeting, and it's just really creepily quiet?

Imagine that.

I pull out the bottle of popcorn kernels.

And suddenly, I am under attack. Three snorting, snuffling, wide-eyed pugs swarm me, like sharks circling chum. There is no escaping. They sit, literally ON my feet, not budging, their heads tilted in the signature pug cock, intent on the prize: popcorn.

Honestly, if I gave them a choice of a beautiful steak or popcorn, they would probably select popcorn.

They're just that weird.

Focus, focus, focus.



Must.... concentrate.



Look at her.



She'll take your hand off if you're not careful. Chomp!



Ah, the motherload. Nom nom nom.



Crazy pugs.