City-Slicker Pug Goes Glamping and His Owners Bring Along Some of Extra Niceties for Him to Survive the Wilderness

As every Western movie will remind us, there are frontiersmen and there are city folk. Frontier people are equipped for the wilderness and have a sort of rugged appearance. They don't mind getting down and dirty, they're capable survivalists, and they love the outdoors. Conversely, the city slickers are useless globs inbred so deeply that their survival instinct is nil, they need their plushie lifestyle, and would never survive in the wild. One pug, a city dog named Gus, has proven that city slickers exist in canine form too. 

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This is our good boy Gus. He's a little snorffle demon who sneezes, toots, and generally runs his household when they're in the city. However, recently he reminded all of his followers that when it comes to wilderness survival, he's no longer king of the apartment and actually looks more like the victim of the trail. 

He may have had his owners fooled, but Gus was not ready for the outdoorsy lifestyle. His pawrents and sibling doggo (a better-equipped lab mix who looked far too happy to dive into the lake), all recently went on a woodsy vacation together, taking a long weekend in a cabin to get out of the city for a minute. Gus was not pleased. 

He was only reminded of his snub nose, feeble legs, and stubborn attitude. Gus was not too keen on the outdoor life. Who can blame him? A city slicker dog like him is entitled to a certain opinion about the dirty outdoors. So to keep the boy civil and surviving, Gus's adoptive pawrents took some simple measures to bring the niceties of home along with them to the woods. 

Gus got all of his toys at his disposal. No need to chew on stinky, rotten tree branches with his perfect chompers. Only plushie toys for Gus. 

He was a little nervous about the general vastness of the wilds– plus there were tons of dangerous creatures wandering about in those woods! So Gus got a tiny bit terrified and borked constantly. To calm him and make him feel at ease, his pawrents had to hug him. 

Gus was essentially a diva on their trip and refused to even eat food out of his camping bowl. At a certain point, this city slicking dog's standards were simply way too Mariah-Carey-circa-2008. He needed his comforts and he needed them NOW!

Mr. Glamper finally eased up the reigns on his rein of terror. Once the end of their little vacation was in sight, he could start dreaming of paved streets, delivered takeout, and the solace of the city once again. 

GUS GOES CAMPING