There's a new pug in town... and he's much cheaper to feed!

My Aunt Elaine -- she of the cat chotchkies collection to end all cat chotchkies collections  -- recently sent me a small pug statue for our garden. Near as I can tell, she did so because she is irrationally compelled  -- much like the human-shaped alien pod-creatures from "Invasion Of The Body Snatchers" were irrationally compelled in their co-opting of bodies -- to spread her miniaturized animal replica collecting disease, and is driven to infect all other humans she knows with her compulsive disorder. (What can she say, she's a giver.)

Anyway, someone was not amused.

I swear, if he could speak, his verbal response would've been: "You have GOT TO be kidding me with this shit." He said as much with his eyes. Well, that and "You got any snausages? Huh? Huh? Huh? Snausages? Treats? Cookies? CAN'T YOU PEOPLE SEE I'M WASTING AWAY!?!?" Dork.