Pug Emergency

It is not every day that Stella gets a sausage. Do to the short length of her alimentary canal, I try to avoid treats. Today was a special sausage occasion. It was a large banger. I cut it up and gave Wookie some in her Kong, slipped a bit to Tully and then gave the rest to Stella. Suddenly, Stella collapsed, her back legs crumpled beneath her, and she looked like a garden grub on the kitchen floor. I picked her up, noticing that she was not breathing. I clutched her flabby chest with two hands and proceeded to give her the Heimlich Maneuver. Out popped the offending pork product -which landed on the floor. There were no teeth marks evident, the gluttony pug had attempted to eat the sausage whole! She was able to regain consciousness quickly, and succeeded to wrench herself from my loving arms, and grab the banger again. This time I found her "Jean Chretien-ing" the sausage under my desk (she only eats with one side of her mouth). What a pug.