It's a cold December night. The clouds are dropping white Blankets over the city.I sit and stare out the window waiting. Waiting for her to come home. I see headlights turn into the drive way. She's home. The door opens and I run over and hug her- well try. I give her a kiss. She has a bag in her hand. She takes out food. She goes into the kitchen to prepare it on a plate. She tells me that dinner is ready. I scamper in and eat my dinner as we talked. Sort of. Kinda. Well it's not as simple as you think. See I'm a pug. Yes you heard me a PUG. A chubby fuzzy cuddly pug. You may be thinking 'wow that must be awesome!' No. It really isn't as easy as you think- and that's why I'm writing this book.
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YOLO Pug
ComédieJoin YOLO pug as he faces the struggle of life and does like flips and shit and YOLO stuff.
