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 ...