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Pugslie Starkey gonzos Central Coast Pug Rescue's Pugsgiving! 

It’s daytime, and Food Guy and Mrs. Food Guy have finally allowed me in the cab of the car instead of throwing me in the back of the truck with those filthy animals. Fine Corinthian leather? Looks delicious.

We soon pull along an unfamiliar road, and Food Guy wrestles a Super Dog costume over my noble head. Mmm. I look good in a blue shirt and red cape. I could get used to this.

click to enlarge BLESS YOU!:  Karl the Pope and his owner, Amy Hart, spread the good word. - PHOTO BY GLEN STARKEY
  • PHOTO BY GLEN STARKEY
  • BLESS YOU!: Karl the Pope and his owner, Amy Hart, spread the good word.

So many things to pee on as we hike along the sidewalk. To slow the humans down, I decide to drop a deuce. I still don’t understand why they’re so fastidious about saving my deposits. Humans are strange, but they have food, so I tolerate my captivity.

What is this magic? We’ve come upon an enchanted land populated by nothing but fellow pugs. First I meet Lucy, a robust young female replete in a custom-made cowgirl outfit created by Lucy’s owner, Cyndi Connolly, who’s nowhere to be seen. A man in a hat tells Food Guy all about Lucy and then says, “Lucy, sit!” She does, the fool!

“Wow,” Food Guy says, “you can get your Pug to sit?”

“See, Lucy?” I glare at her. “You’ve set a dangerous precedent.”

Soon Food Guy and Mrs. Food Guy drag me into a tent filled with fantastic food smells. They get glasses of the yeasty substance they’re so fond of drinking and soon we meet Karl the Pope, whose miter is quite regal but who seems to have lost his crosier.

click to enlarge SMELL TRAIN!:  “So many butts, so little time,” thinks Pugslie Starkey, pulling up the rear. - PHOTO BY GLEN STARKEY
  • PHOTO BY GLEN STARKEY
  • SMELL TRAIN!: “So many butts, so little time,” thinks Pugslie Starkey, pulling up the rear.

“It’s Karl with a ‘k,’” says Karl’s food guy, Cal Poly history grad student Amy Hart, to my food guy.

I begin to worry that my simple blue pullover and red cape are insufficient, until I meet Doug, who’s nude save for a collar. Doug is round like a potbellied pig, and fast. I chase him through the tent, around the tables, inside and out, my nose pressed against his bunghole. Oh, Doug, your dreamy musk is overpowering. I never see Doug’s face because after much time chasing him, Food Guy unceremoniously grabs and leashes me at the same time Doug’s food guy grabs him.

Oh, Doug! I’ll never forget you, Doug!

Food Guy and Mrs. Food Guy are now in line, piling one delicious smell after another onto their plates. It must be time for third breakfast. Soon, they’re seated at a table, shoveling food into their mouths, while I sit forgotten under the table, ignored, neglected, and practically starving.

- SAVE A PUG!:  Although the Central Coast Pug Rescue annual fundraising event, Pugsgiving, is over, it’s never too late to donate to this 501(c)3 nonprofit dedicated to the rescue, rehabilitation, and re-homing of unwanted, abused, and neglected pugs and pug mixes. Donate at centralcoastpugrescue.org. -
  • SAVE A PUG!: Although the Central Coast Pug Rescue annual fundraising event, Pugsgiving, is over, it’s never too late to donate to this 501(c)3 nonprofit dedicated to the rescue, rehabilitation, and re-homing of unwanted, abused, and neglected pugs and pug mixes. Donate at centralcoastpugrescue.org.

Finally, after I’ve smelled them eating tri-tip, linguiça, a baked potato with all the fixings, blanched broccoli with cheese sauce, Western style beans, coleslaw, and jalapeño cornbread, Food Guy feeds me small bits of tri-tip. Will this humiliation never end? Just give me the whole damn piece!

“You’ll choke yourself to death, Pug,” Food Guy says, apparently reading my mind.

Soon we’re on the way out, making our way through the tent and by a quartet of Pugs in Mexican folkloric adornment. Diamond, Lilly, Darla, and Bella … so many butts to smell, so little time. But Doug, Doug! I’ll never forget you, Doug the Pug!

 

Glen Starkey takes a beating and keeps on bleating. Keep up with him via twitter at twitter.com/glenstarkey, friend him at facebook.com/glenstarkey or myspace.com/glenstarkey, or contact him at gstarkey@newtimesslo.com.

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