Pug Sugar High = Bad for Pug Mom

For all you pug owners out there, let me give you one tip from a very sleep deprived Pug Mom: NEVER give your pug too much ice cream. You WILL regret it.


Let me start by saying that my pug is rather quiet most of the time. Yes, he whines and moans and groans at me, but he almost never barks inside the house for barking's sake. He only barks when he senses someone at the door. So, at least with my pug, I've never known what it is like to hear him bark on and on and on for hours at a time. Thank God.


Last night, I'm feeling rather sorry for my pug, who's watching me eat some vanilla ice cream with sad mopey "how dare you not feed me, you fat thing, you" eyes. I decide it wouldn't kill him to have a scoop of ice cream, so I bring out the ice cream carton and start scooping something out. To my dismay, a large (think larger than humans should eat at one time) scoop flies out of the carton and lands on the floor. Babar immediately attacks it. Although slightly concerned at the magnitude of the scoop, I figure he'll be all right, and head to bed.


After falling blissfully asleep, I am awoken by a bark. And then another bark. And then another. And another. My first thought: "Someone's at the door." Which is scary when I live all alone in a basement apartment, and it's dark outside (hey, it doesn't take much to scare me). So I wait to see if there's a knock, but nothing happens. So after some hesitation, I roll over and fall back asleep. I am woken, seemingly seconds later, by another string of frenzied barking from DevilSpawn. Again I think someone's at the door... but no, false alarm. I roll over again and try to fall back asleep. Woken again by barking. Try to fall back asleep. Woken AGAIN by barking. Try to fall back asleep. Rinse and repeat. My body eventually decided it wasn't going to wake up fully each time the dog barked, and while in a semi-catatonic state, I could hear myself scream, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Evil pug! Shut up!"

I wake up at 1 in the morning. Complete silence. My little heart clenches up and I think, "Noooo.... my pug has died from over-barking!" I know - my brain works rather oddly during the early morning hours. I slog my way out of bed, and peek out the door. The pug is lying on his bed, content and asleep, snoring away. I fall back into my bed and curse ice cream. Never again will I listen to those mopey eyes.