Mr. Pug & Mr. Other Pug Get Spring Fever
It was a beautiful Spring morning when Mr. Pug and Mr. Other Pug were kicked out of the house and told to get some air. They found themselves in the park across the street, lying on the grassy knoll, under the old oak tree they often peed on, staring up at the puffy clouds dotting the bright, blue sky.
“I see a horsey,” said Mr. Pug.
“I see a row boat,” said Mr. Other Pug.
“Well, I see a sailboat,” said Mr. Pug.
Not to be outdone, Mr. Other Pug pointed at the biggest cloud he could see.
“I see a cruise ship,” he said.
“Then I see an iceberg,” said Mr. Pug.
“I see a donut,” followed Mr. Other Pug.
“That’s not a donut,” said Mr. Pug. “It’s a life preserver to use when my iceberg sinks your cruise ship.”
“Dammit!” said Mr. Other Pug. “I don’t want to play anymore.”
“Sore loser” asked Mr. Pug.
“Watching the clouds go by is boring,” said Mr. Other Pug.
“Fine., ” said Mr. Pug. “What’s next?”
“Let’s roll down the hill,” said Mr. Other Pug.
“What? Why would we do that?” asked Mr. Pug.
“Cause it’s fun,” said Mr. Other Pug. “You roll down the hill, turning over and over and when you get to the bottom you’re totally dizzy. It’s like doing drugs without the pesky addictions and arrest records.”
Mr. Pug tilted his head, interested but confused.
“Not following,” he said.
“Just do what I do,” said Mr. Other Pug, who got on his side and pushed himself to the crest of the hill. Mr. Pug joined him there and the two skooched themselves over the tip. As gravity took control they pulled themselves tighter and tighter and turned over and over, and over and over again, faster and faster until they reached the bottom of the grassy knoll. Standing up quickly, they swerved and lost balance, catching themselves and then spinning and weaving until they collapsed in a heap, giggling and crying from laughing from being so disoriented.
Then Mr. Other Pug coughed up a dollop of his breakfast. Mr. Pug stared in disgust at the little pile of kibble at his feet and then he looked up at Mr. Other Pug.
“What?” asked Mr. Other Pug.
Mr. Pug glanced at the puke and then back of at Mr. Other Pug.
“You gonna eat that?” he asked.