I was always under the impression that dogs slowed down as they aged.
Until I met pug.
Nine years y'all...nine years of these shenanigans of his.
I don't know if I was really that surprised when the other day I walked back into the kitchen after changing Declan and discovered pug had pulled off a sack of flour (in a ziploc bag) from the shelf off the pantry and then tore into it. And I guess either him or his faithful watch dog (Landry) ran around leaving little flour paw prints all over my wood floors. It took forever to clean this up.
Who wants a pug for Christmas?