The T.P. Incident

Dear Valentine's Day Blind Date ,
I've heard that there are certain rumours about me being a silly puggy and I don't want you to get the wrong image of me. It's being said that last sunday, while daddy was showing the house to a possible tenant, he decided that the toilet paper roll looked better in its place rather than on top of the closet.
It's being said that I couldn't resist the temptation. It's being said that what daddy saw next was a silly puggy spitting whatever was in his mouth and sitting in the middle of the room as if the paper right next to him had nothing to do with him.
It's being said that the silly puggy didn't notice that the paper was still attached to the corner of his mouth by a tiny little piece, the rest of the paper rolling down to the floor.

You wouldn't believe that the "silly pug" could be me, right?

Supposedly, his daddy asked: "What are you doing?" and the pug sat still for the next 40 minutes or so.

And the pug only moved after his dad came back, laughed and said: "It's alright, papa!"

When the pug moved from his 40-minute-sit-still position, the paper finally broke...

... still leaving the tiny piece on the side of his mouth for the next hour and half.

Silly pug, whoever that was!