Mr. Pug & Mr. Other Pug Get Wet
There were dark clouds overhead and puddles swamping the backyard and streams of water careening down the kitchen window.
Mr. Pug looked at the dark clouds and the puddles and the streams and then looked at Mr. Other Pug before he looked back out the kitchen window. He wondered how Tab Hunter, the old tomcat that they thought was a boy cat but was really a lady cat, survived in the elements with nothing more than an overturned cardboard box to keep herself dry. Mr. Pug was glad he and Mr. Other Pug had a forever home so they didn’t have to live in a cardboard box like Tab did.
“It’s raining,” observed Mr. Pug.
“So?” observed Mr. Other Pug.
“So, I don’t want to go out,” said Mr. Pug.
“Oh! Is it time to go out?” asked Mr. Other Pug, excitedly. “But we have to go out. We always go out! Oh, it’s time to go out. Like we always go out! This is when we go out.” He hurriedly got his leash and started his ‘this is when we go out’ dance.
Mr. Pug looked at him like he was an idiot.
“Let’s go out,” Mr. Other Pug added, in case he wasn’t heard the first time. “I’ll get your raincoat.”
“I do not want my raincoat. I do not want to go out,” Mr. Pug said. “You go.”
“Me? You want me to go alone?” asked Mr. Other Pug.
“Certainly. I’d rather not get wet,” said Mr. Pug.
“But I don’t want to get wet, either,” said Mr. Other Pug.
“Me neither,” said Mr. Pug.
“Me neither, too,” said Mr. Other Pug.
“Me neither, first,” upped Mr. Pug.
“Me neither, more,” added Mr. Other Pug.
After nearly an hour of this they both fell over from laughing so hard. Their bellies hurt from so much laughing as it doesn’t take much to get a pug to go into hysterics.
Mr. Pug laughed so hard that he peed himself. Not to be undone, Mr. Other Pug peed himself too, although he really didn’t need to go.
“I didn’t want to get wet,” said Mr. Pug.
“Me neither,” said Mr. Other Pug.
“Me neither, first,” upped Mr. Pug.
“Me neither, more,” laughed Mr. Other Pug, continuing to pee.
Mr. Pug looked up and out the window. He noticed the sun was peeking out. It wasn’t raining anymore.
“Let’s go,” he added. ”And leave your raincoat.”
Oh – you two are certainly like my Pugs! Or my Pugs are like you, uh, wait. Stop that!. Oopa. we don’t like to get our feet wet either! And our forever Mommy tells us we HAVE to go out!!! We try to pee on the side of the house under the roof overhang. Sometimes Mommy will carry us outside and plop us down on the cold and wet grass! And we thought she loved us! We still don’t go (until she turns her back or leaves the room) We hope Mr Pug and Mr Other Pug NEVER have to get their paws wet! Fight on Mr Pug and Mr Other Pug!!!
We don’t like to get wet much at all! except the SNOW!
Love it! The batpig HATES getting his paws wet…it’s amazing how big his bladder is when it’s not sun and fun outside!! Glad to meet you Mr Pugs! Face Licks, Batpig & Me
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Hi BatPig! We love you too.
With 6 pugs and a 14′ x 21′ patio when it rains outside the patio becomes a “pugbox” (aka litterbox). It’s a good thing for the pooper-scooper and the hose. It’s not worth fighting with them about, it’s just easier to clean the patio.
From Kodi, Bandit, Jiggs, Boca, Nathan, and Lil’Bit
That’s even too much information for US! LOL