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I Am Hungry

This is a public plea. I am hungry. I am always hungry. They do not feed me enough food here. Mommie took me to the vet a couple of years ago and she got yelled at because the vet said I was too fat and could barely walk. A few years before that a maintenance person came over and exclaimed that I was the fattest puggie he had ever seen. Mommie was insulted. This did not stop her from feeding me the way she likes to eat - too much. But after she got yelled at the by vet, she has been starving me to death. Most people starve to death in a few weeks or days. The fact that I am still alive is misleading. Believe me, I am just a skeleton inside. One time she slipped and started feeding me more and I gained weight and looked, well, old and fat. Mommie took one good look at me and gave me a bath, clipped my nails, and washed my face and eyes with a special solution to brighten my coat. I looked 5 years younger.

Now she is starving me again. I am now a relatively slim puggy. But what good is slim if you are starving to death? I can barely think from the hunger. Mommie looks pretty lumpy to me. I think she is hiding porkchops in her pockets. As a matter of fact she looks like she is hiding porkchops in several places. She looks like she has at least 10 porkchops in each of her back pockets. I think she should give me one. I think if she gave me some of her porkchops maybe her legs wouldn't hurt her either. My legs are much better now. But so what? Puggies don't exercise at my age. At my age, you get a carriage for walkies.

For christ sakes! In doggie years, I'm 60 years old. I still have all my teeth and can still see, although I am a little deaf. Can't a puggie enjoy her last few remaining years doing what she enjoys best.....eating? And sleeping? All this typing is making me sleepy.

Quick, send me some food. Send food packages to Misty at POB Box 8, Bo.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz