How did the pugs handle this birthday hedonism?
I presented to them da goods. Bunni is mesmerized. Notice Kevin's hand in the background keeping Bunni's ass planted on the floor.
A closer look, madame? Perhaps you would like just a teensy leetle bite to make sure zat zeese pupcakes are to your liking?
What part of "teensy leetle bite" did you not understand??
While Bunni cleverly destructed her pupcake in .001 second, Rikki's strategy was to lock her jaws around the pupcake entire, trot around the living room in simultaneous jubilee and utter fear that someone would rob her of her precious pupcake, only to be nabbed by Kevin all wide-jawed and just bizarre-looking. All the while, mind you, not actually biting into the pupcake.
She still doesn't get it.
After some considerable time (and, ahem, Kevin retrieving the pupcake from her jaws and breaking it up for her), she finally did get the hang of the pupcake.
After the carnage, the pugs retreated to their bed.
I expected gratitude after the pupcake extravaganza. I expected unadulterated love and adoration.
Instead, I received one sleepy look and one "what da f&#! you want?" look.
Rikki did open her eyes in hopeful anticipation of a stray pupcake.
Bunni, that blessedly iron-hearted pug of mine, gave me a glare that said it all: "You gave me one pupcake. One. I don't understand how you expect me to live."