Attempts To Being Normal

Well, everyone knows I am mom's only child. Even though I am a pug, I have my needs and I provide love. One of my basic needs - to sniff and explore - was suddenly taken away from me when I got sick last month. Once I got better my vet said I could go out... just trying to not get too close to other doggies.

That's how we decided to go to people places instead of doggy places for a while. Daddy didn't like the idea - seriously, he is cool when it is time to get treats but for the rest of interesting things in life, he is mostly boring.



While driving around looking for houses - a human thing - mom asked dad to stop at a kid's playground. There was no one there, just a family walking towards the back of the park. Daddy thought that the family would complain for me being there.


Look at me. Totally adorable. Who could complain? While having those thoughts, a loud noise atracted my attention. Why are those people shouting?



It turns out that people are very loud in this city. I had forgotten, since mom and dad are very quiet. It is very common to see a mother yell to her child, just because he or she is running/jumping/climbing/playing/getting dirty/laughing/being happy. What's the purpose of coming to a playground if the poor little kid can't do nothing? Then, of course, kids stop listening to their parents. Who wants to pay attention to that ugly loud noise all the time? And the shouting continues, for ever and ever, anywhere and everywhere. Mom can't understand people sometimes.

Back to me, I was having fun sniffing everything on my reach. It was cool to follow mom's directions, this time in a much nicer and fun place than our regular walks. I am used to following "Up" and "Down" when there's a stair, "Jump" when there's a curb or a higher than normal step. But there was a slight difference this time. Mom was being a little louder. She wanted to make sure I heard her since she was not too close to me.

What did I do? Behave like a normal kid. I didn't listen - after all, she was almost yelling at me. Ninety degrees on the ground, muzzle in the sand, and I realized she had said "Jump" instead of "Down".

"Ooops mom! I didn't mean to scare you. I am fine, and the sand tastes good, by the way!