Last time on the Pug That Always Finished Second, we wondered if Bucky was going to Pugtacular. Trinket's birthday was celebrated, and we looked in on his diary. And now, Chapter Six.
Is there a happier dog than I? Yesterday was my birthday, and today I get a day without Bucky. He went out for some shots, and I sniggered as he passed me. He gave a bark, not quite happy with the whole affair. Dad turned to me once Mom and Bucky were out the door. "Actually, there's something I wanted to talk to you about." I sat and wondered what this might entail. "Trinket, you're thinking too hard." Huh? I blinked and looked around, wondering how he knew what I was thinking. He was speaking again, and I tried to concentrate. "Bucky may have his race at Pugtacular, but he doesn't get all the competition around here. There is a new competition called Dogpalooza, and I want you to attend. Their big event is a mega tug-of-war. All the best of the nation will be there." He paused to let this sink in.
"Do you want to attend?"he asked. I looked around, waiting for someone to cry, "April Fool's!" Then I remembered it wasn't even February yet. I looked back at Dad. The best of the nation? Me? With the best of the nation? I barked, in quite some confusion, and he took this as a yes. "We need to start your training." I wondered what this training might mean. He knew me too well. "Trinket, it means more tugging." I wondered if the pug would just let this slide by. As if he read my thoughts, he said,"Bucky will be kept out of this. He won't even know this happened." I kind of nodded, and he stood up. "I need to begin my scouting." He left me with some water, more crumbs, and a brain working a million miles an hour.
February 1, 2006
Bucky was back today. I told him nothing, and Dad told him nothing. At 7 in the morning, he was taken out on a walk by Mom. Dad came over. "I did some scouting, and found out something a little fearful. Apparently, there is a champion in Hollister who is the greatest tug of war dog in living memory. He will be at Dogpalooza, and he is our main competition. Here is his picture. His name is Rascal." He passed me a picture of a black and brown dog with a frisky tail and razor-sharp teeth. "We need to beat that Rascal. Let's show him not to mess with us." I growled and bared my teeth. I had my motivation. I was ready. It was time to show the world who Trinket really was. Then I tripped over a stray toy. Maybe it wasn't quite time yet.
Trinket's Journal
January 31, 2006Is there a happier dog than I? Yesterday was my birthday, and today I get a day without Bucky. He went out for some shots, and I sniggered as he passed me. He gave a bark, not quite happy with the whole affair. Dad turned to me once Mom and Bucky were out the door. "Actually, there's something I wanted to talk to you about." I sat and wondered what this might entail. "Trinket, you're thinking too hard." Huh? I blinked and looked around, wondering how he knew what I was thinking. He was speaking again, and I tried to concentrate. "Bucky may have his race at Pugtacular, but he doesn't get all the competition around here. There is a new competition called Dogpalooza, and I want you to attend. Their big event is a mega tug-of-war. All the best of the nation will be there." He paused to let this sink in.
"Do you want to attend?"he asked. I looked around, waiting for someone to cry, "April Fool's!" Then I remembered it wasn't even February yet. I looked back at Dad. The best of the nation? Me? With the best of the nation? I barked, in quite some confusion, and he took this as a yes. "We need to start your training." I wondered what this training might mean. He knew me too well. "Trinket, it means more tugging." I wondered if the pug would just let this slide by. As if he read my thoughts, he said,"Bucky will be kept out of this. He won't even know this happened." I kind of nodded, and he stood up. "I need to begin my scouting." He left me with some water, more crumbs, and a brain working a million miles an hour.
February 1, 2006
Bucky was back today. I told him nothing, and Dad told him nothing. At 7 in the morning, he was taken out on a walk by Mom. Dad came over. "I did some scouting, and found out something a little fearful. Apparently, there is a champion in Hollister who is the greatest tug of war dog in living memory. He will be at Dogpalooza, and he is our main competition. Here is his picture. His name is Rascal." He passed me a picture of a black and brown dog with a frisky tail and razor-sharp teeth. "We need to beat that Rascal. Let's show him not to mess with us." I growled and bared my teeth. I had my motivation. I was ready. It was time to show the world who Trinket really was. Then I tripped over a stray toy. Maybe it wasn't quite time yet.
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