Mr. Pug & Mr. Other Pug At Summer’s End
It’s just after Labor Day. For many that means the end of pool parties, barbecues, outdoor concerts and flip flops. The end of tanning lotion, corn-on-the-cob, beach vacations and short shorts.
But Mr. Pug and Mr. Other Pug couldn’t be happier that summer was almost over.
It meant they’d no longer have trouble breathing. It meant they’d no longer have to snap at bumble-bees. It meant they’d no longer have to sit inside an air-conditioned house watching that mean, old tabby cat – Tab Hunter – taunt then from the safety of the fire escape. It meant they’d no longer have to bolt across the street in desperate attempts to keep their paw pads from burning on the scalding pavement.
“That’s the worst,” said Mr. Pug.
“Yeah,” said Mr. Other Pug. “Next summer I’m staying over on this side.”
“But over on that side is where the nice man with the ice cream cart is,” said Mr. Pug.
“Not over on this side?” asked Mr. Other Pug.
“Over on that side,” said Mr. Pug.
“That side?” asked Mr. Other Pug.
“That side,” said Mr. Pug.
“Dammit,” said Mr. Other Pug.
And with that the duo raced across the scorching blacktop, yelping little pug yelps as they scalded their little pads. It was a long trek, and there were interesting smells to pass up, and tempting, crunchy sticks to disregard. But there was chocolate, strawberry – and maybe even vanilla – on the other side, and Mr. Pug and Mr. Other Pug couldn’t be happier that it was still warm enough for ice cream.
