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 Bucky's little presents. "Come on, you two, let's go. The race is in three hours and we humans need to stop for lunch on the way."
An hour later, waiting in the car for the humans to their lunch, Trinket was whooping for joy. "I can't believe I'm actually coming with you."
"Humbug," muttered Bucky quietly. He was not happy that Trinket had to come with him, but he was really steamed that he had to race.
Finally, the humans came out of their lunch stop and started driving again. They pulled into the big Pugtacular parking lot. "We're not early, yet the parking lot is almost empty," Henry noted. "Maybe we'd better check out the front of the tent."
So, they parked and exited the car. Henry raced on ahead, glad to be out of the car, with Trinket running with and Bucky a slight bit behind. When Mom and Dad finally showed up, it was to find Henry pointing at a sign at the front of the tent.
Due to the construction, the sign said (well you had to read it), Pugtacular is officially cancelled.
There would be no race this year.
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