Mr. Peanut my pudgy pug was skating on thin ice this morning. I packed up a couple left over Chili & Cheese Breakfast Muffins to take to work with me this morning and he pulled open the gate to the living room (he and Ebony have lost carpeted room privileges) and proceeded to pull my breakfast out of my bag and help himself to it. Little Brat. He was having a heck of a time trying to figure out how to undo the plastic wrapper I had around it. Shame on him, it cost him his morning treat. Lucky for me I made a double batch so I just pulled out a couple of more and repacked my breakfast. Of course he is to loving a little guy to stay angry for long. I have a doggy gate that latches and those monkey faces have learned that it doesn’t a-l-w-a-y-s latch behind Mommy and if they use their paw just right they can pop that sucker open. They are such brats. I did have my bag on the floor but I thought the room was pug proofed.
