Trinket's Journal February 25, 2006 And so, after I learned about the dog Rascal I began my training with the thought that I couldn't be stopped. Weeks of training, and I felt as strong as ever. I couldn't be stopped. And it was time to see how Bucky could fare. He had his first practice today, and I stopped in to watch. His sprints were going well, but he didn't seem to be getting much better than before. He came over to see me once he had a break. "You know, Trinket, this could be the last year that I could do this. I'm starting to lose my grip." "Not much coming from the dog that they call the pug that always finished second," I quipped. "Hush, the book hasn't come out yet. I still need to polish it off." "The author could always change the ending." This aggravated him, I could see it in his face. He was trying to think of a way to get me back for that one. Then, he had a way. "I spoke to Dad today.&