Werepug

Last night Ian was admiring the brightness of the moonlight, and told the Woman to come check it out. She told him that she couldn't, because I would follow her, and she doesn't want him to see what happens to me when I am hit with bright moonlight. Apparently, Ian has never been around when I've been hit with moonlight. He asked what happens. She replied in a menacing voice, "Werepug!" He asked what is the difference between regular Pug and Werepug, insinuating that I'm a bad dog, and she replied, "Well, really just the fangs."

I'm sad to report though, that I now only have one fang. I am a unifang. The Vet removed my right fang when she did my surgery, claiming it was causing a callous on my lip. Of course it was causing a callous! It's a fang! They're kind of aggressive teeth-like things, you know. I didn't realize it was my fang that she removed until last night when I snuck into the moonlight, and only one fang appeared. I was so embarrassed that I didn't even bite anyone. What good is a one-fanged Werepug?!?!! I guess I would make a good can opener, but no one is going to be impressed with the bite marks of a one-fanged Werepug. I'll be laughed out of the Werepug community. Hopefully, none of the other Werepugs will read this, so I can keep my shame secret. Oh, my secret shame!