Porches and Pugs

I haven't had internet the last few days, as I'm moving right now. I'm actually using my friends' internet right now, since I haven't had my Facebook fix in a while. But I'm pretty much moved in closer to the campus I attend school at, and I feel obligated to describe my current situation.

I'm sitting on my porch with a pug.

I'll let that sink in for a second.

So, it's summer for me, but it's the perfect temperature. It's not the blistering hot sun that you usually get; this is a nice warm night. You know, "the perfect temperature." Is there any better way to celebrate summer than sitting on your own front porch, enjoying a nice smoke or drink? Well, I'll answer that right now.

NOPE.

There is no better way to enjoy a fine, summer night than on your own front porch enjoying a nice smoke or drink. You could add friends to the mix if you'd like, but I figured that was kind of implied. I honestly thought there's no better way to enjoy a nice, summer evening.....

Until today.

Today, I took custody of a creature considered a mistake from God himself, as it's barely able to live on it's own and is dumb enough to require two owners.

A pug named "Floyd" has been put under my control. The only dog who not only can't breathe normally, but also can't defend itself is mine for a few days, thus completing the perfect equation to a fine, summer evening. I dare you to find a way to make a glorious, summer evening even better.

You see, the chill vibes brought with a nice evening, and the sheer joy a pug brings can be equated like so:

Chill + Pug + Summer = Fucking Awesome

Study that shit, you might see that on the next test. It's in the form of a math equation so it must be true. There truly is no better way to improve on a fine evening like tonight.