This is just a preview of my new story: Bucky and Trinket: A dog's life. Enjoy!
Introduction
On the day of January 30, 1995, a small dog with a huge sense of humor was born into the slightly biggish world. His name was Trinket, for he was the runt of the litter, or so the story is told. He enjoys talking and being slam-dunked on (though not very much. Actually, he doesn't like it at all.). This small dog was born with a white T on his chest, as evidence of super-dog powers, consisting of licking and being hugged.
Trinket's birth was a mere blemish on the year 1995. It was early on in the year, and nobody, not even the dog in question, knew what big events were yet to come. The Keys family made what is a now legendary visit to the Flea Market at the time of who-knows-when. Once there, they purchased a black pug for the family's enjoyment. This pug's birthday was November 15, 1995, which is now known to people everywhere as the day to drop under a piece of big furniture (table, desk, chair etc) and hide.
Later in 1999, I was conceived. The exact date was February 15, which is known as the day after Valentine's day, and so does not get the credit it deserves. People are forever having to choose between the two events, and one that sad note, I must add that the date of my birth is slowly dropping in popularity ratings. For some odd reason, people want to celebrate Valentine's day more than my birthday. In my defense, Valentine's day is getting it's due by giving out free candy. This makes this comparison no fair at all.
When asked about these two amazing creatures, answers very from "I don't care" to "Get out!!!!! You're destroying my paperwork!!!!" I once interviewed a person named Henry Keys who said that Trinket was the better of the two, and that could I please leave. He apparently needed to write a story called Bucky and Trinket: A dog's life.
In spite of these bad ratings, we will discuss the two dogs today. For those of you wanting to plug your ears, that is foolish. These are words on paper, people.
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