I have been pondering Puglet's question from yesterday regarding the end of the WORLD. It is a disturbing thought and I certainly don't wanna be all smug and everything thinking "P'SHAAAAW! It AIN'T gonna happen!" Because if it does - then what?
But more than that, what does the end of the WORLD really mean to me? A dog. . . NO . . . a PUG!
An end to MY WORLD would mean -
- No More CUDDLES
- No More TEASING Sunshine the Cat
- No More walks and trips BYE BYE
- No More SUNSHINE-y days barking with my neighborhood pals
- No More - TREATS! No More FOOD! No More FOOD! No More FOOD!
Scared myself there.
Honestly, though. My WORLD begins and ends with TWO things: CUDDLES with my MOMMYS and FOOD.
I cannot imagine surviving without either.