Who are you...

And what have you done with my pugs?!

So, Babs and Celly love food. Especially Celly. They really do. Even if they just ate, they're always up for a little snack. Or maybe a second serving of food.

So yesterday evening I cooked a casserole of warm, cheesy, delicious enchiladas, along with a pot of black beans. And homemade guacamole. And today I heated it all up for lunch. My pugs haven't eaten yet, and of course, my pugs begged and pleaded and whined until I gave them a little of everything. And they sniffed... and walked away. Walked away. Walked A-W-A-Y!

My pugs, the quintessential lovers of all things greasy, refused enchiladas! What?

Oh, and then, Babs tried a little. Just nibbled. At this point, normally, Celly would attack her bowl with fervor because of course it MUST be tasty, since Babs is eating HIS food. But noooo. She didn't. She sniffed again, and walked away. Again.

I swear. I think my pugs have been possessed by a vegan.