Over Labor Day weekend I got a brilliant idea to pull out a puzzle that someone had given us and together we could put it together.
It'd be such a picturesque event and I'm most certain we looked just like we fell out of a Norman Rockwell painting.
Although no one wore plaid.
And no one was smiling because pug decided he would help.
But his idea of helping is going to great lengths to get those pieces off the table and into his mouth where he'd begin to choke and then we'd have to stick our fingers down his throat and pry it out. And yes he was being supervised. He's just eerily clever and sneaky.
After the 5th time of doing pug CPR we gave up and put the puzzle back in the box.
No one wants to put a puzzle together with slobbery-jacked up pieces.
See these two made it into the picture because they had not made it all the way down his esophagus and still resembled actual puzzle pieces.