Henry's World

March 1, 2006 I jumped and tugged harder. The vivid colors of the snake hissed like an out-of-control freight train. Rascal tugged with vicious intent, saying, "You know you can't beat me." The snake went flying out of my grip. I gave a cry as the snake lunged- I woke up. Midnight, said the clock. I lay back down. Another bad dream for a dog that had plenty. I remembered what the dog Rascal had said, and shivered. I lay back down, but wasn't asleep for a long, long time. March 2, 2006 Bucky went out for his morning training again today. I brought out the tug toys. Dad and I began our daily work, him tugging at certain angles, trying to catch me off guard, and me adjusting to keep tugging. After about 15 tough, hard-fought minutes, I won and we set the toy down. Dad rose and said, "Trinket, I've been meaning to tell you. The date for Dogpalooza was released today. It's earlier than I thought. March 26th." I jumped up in shock. It was only 24 d...

Previously, we learned that Pugtacular had been cancelled. And now, back to the story. Trinket's Journal Jan 29, 2006 The humans had a big argument at dinner. Mom thought that Bucky should opt out of next year's Pugtacular. Given his recent success, I have to admit that she has a point. However, Dad seemed to think otherwise, saying that she should keep hope. It turned into a big yelling match, with Mom yelling at Dad, and Dad defending his point, though not very well, I might add. Meanwhile me and Bucky were hiding under the table. "What do you think?" I barked. "About what?" "Do you want to go to Pugtacular next year?" "About that," he barked,"I don't know. I honestly don't know." That was good enough of an answer for me. Good enough. Jan 30, 2006 My birthday! Henry cuddled me and told me I was the greatest little doggy in the world, which I suppose lifts your morale, even if you hear it twenty ...

Well, a year came and past. For the purpose of this story, I will send you, reader to the day before Pugtacular where we meet our furry hero.....well, I won't tell you. Reader, sit back and enjoy.(or perhaps you won't) I wish I could say that Bucky was having a fun time on the day before Pugtacular. Unfortunately, he wasn't. In fact Bucky, at this particular moment, was vomiting. To say that Bucky was having a fun time is stretching the truth to a breaking point. Let's just say that he was glad he did not have to participate in any races, and leave it at that. "Bucky, I really think you should stop vomiting. You know the race is in three hours and you need to be ready," said Trinket. "I can't help it. I keep thinking of last year!" wailed Bucky. "Oh, you'll do fine," Trinket reassured him."I just wish I was coming." Just then Mom entered the room, carrying the soggy towels she had been using to clean up ...

(Sorry to all you fans who like pugs.I took a break off writing this story.Anyway, back to our story.As you may recall,I left our story with dad asking what place Bucky was in.Mom said he was in ''Same as last year!'') ''What!''shouted dad. He yelled so loud mom jumped, and people stared. ''Goodness gracious!''mom yelled, very surprised.Usally dad didn't show much interest in pug stuff.She was the one who visited pug sites and stuff like that.But now he was displaying interest to the pug world.''Is it really that bad?'' ''Of course!Did you realize he has been second place for, let me see...4 years?'' ''Yes I realize that but...I still don't see what all the fuss is about.'' Of course to Bucky what the adults where talking about made no sense.He'd been wanting to win and lost.There was nothing else to it.He, like mom,'' Didn't see what all the fuss is about....