Mr. Pug & Mr. Other Pug

Mr. Pug and Mr. Other Pug were headed to McDonald’s to scavenge for leftover French Fries. On the way they passed a stroller carrying two small chihuahua’s.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead being pushed around like that,” said Mr. Pug.

“Are you forgetting something?” asked Mr. Other Pug as he started gyrating and waving his arms.

“What are you doing?” asked Mr. Pug.

“I saw them do this in a movie, once” said Mr. Other Pug. “You’re about to have a flashback.”

Mr. Pug rolled his eyes. But then the memories came rushing back:

The two little fawn colored pups were taken away from a momma they would never knew. After being poked & prodded by an old man in a white coat they were placed into a box containing a smelly ol’ blanket and a ticking alarm clock. The smaller pup looked very intelligent, if not a little belligerent. The other was slightly bigger with his tongue sticking out. He wasn’t the brightest thing but he was a sweetheart.

Day after day all sorts of people came to play with them, but night after night the cardboard box at the rescue center was home. And the ticking clock in the blanket? That was supposed to be Mom.

Then one day a huge wheel passed by the cardboard box. Then another. Above the wheels was a chair, and sitting on the chair was a very, very large woman. The littler pug hid behind the clock, but there was only room for one to hide.

“I’m Mavis,” the very, very large woman said as she reached down to pick up the pug with the silly tongue.  She cuddled him close to her very, very ample bosom and the pug pup jostled around to get a whiff of her. She smelled of apples and flowers and soft towels.

“Wanna come home with me?” asked Mavis.

The pug sat up on her lap and nodded. He understood this woman perfectly. Then he yawned a puppy yawn and closed his eyes.

“I’m gonna call you Mr. Pug,” she said.

The pug’s eyes opened really, really wide and shook his head from side-to-side. He struggled out of the grasp of the very, very large woman and jumped back into the box, gesturing with his head in the direction of the ticking clock.

“What’s this?” said Mavis, noticing the much smaller pug. “Is this little guy already called Mr. Pug?”

The bigger of the two pug puppies nodded his head again and she pulled both onto her lap.

“Fine. You shall be Mr. Pug,” she said snuggling the littlest guy. “And from now on, you’ll be known as Mr. Other Pug,” she said to the other pug.

She looked at the old man in the white coat. “I’ll take both,” she said.

Within an hour Mr. Pug and Mr. Other Pug were cruising thru town on Mavis’ lap, riding high and proud on her electric wheelchair, heading to their forever home. They were family now.

“Ouch,” said Mr. Other Pug as Mr. Pug gave him a little poke to get him to stop gyrating.

“Snap out of it. Flashback’s over,” said Mr. Pug. “People are watching.”

Mr. Other Pug felt a little dizzy and shook it off. They continued on to the dumpster behind McDonald’s.

“If I remember correctly,” said  Mr. Pug, “Mavis loved french-fries.”