The Miserable Life of Anton, a Bavarian Pug.

This is Anton.

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Anton’s life is miserable.

At least, that’s the impression that Anton seems to cultivate. His eyes scream of suffering and neglect. Look how he begs to be picked up, but is completely ignored by the target of his pleading. She merely stares blankly at him, occasionally snapping a photo or two. And then? Nothing.

"Dear god, woman, WHY WON'T YOU HOLD ME?"

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She doesn’t pick him up. She doesn’t even have him sign a release waiver for his photos. He’s treated like a second class citizen.

And that’s just the start of his suffering.

Look at the breakfast everyone is having.

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Wiesswurst with pretzels. Anton’s favorite. But is he offered any? No. He’s not even allowed near the tabletop (don’t worry –  he’ll get plenty later, because Anton’s owners are actually huge softies. They feed him sausage and liverwurst almost daily. But the point is that Anton wanted some NOW and he didn’t get any).

"I hate you all."

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No one understands poor Anton. No one.

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Well, almost no one. There’s one guy who seems to understand. But even so, Anton seems pretty miserable.

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Poor, poor Anton.

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His life is terrible.