Mr. Pug & Mr. Other Pug Plant A Garden
Mr. Pug was out in the back yard. He’d placed all the dog toys that were scattered amongst the property into a really big pile at the side. In the center of the yard he dug up all the grass and was standing on a mound of dirty soil when Mr. Other Pug came out the doggie-door from the kitchen and onto the back porch.
Mr. Other Pug saw the pile of dirt.
“YAY!” shouted Mr. Other Pug as he raced down the back stairs towards the dirt mound. “Let’s get dirty!”
“Not so fast,” warned Mr. Pug.
Mr. Other Pug stopped dead in his tracks. “What’s the problem?” he asked. We always play in the mud.”
Mr. Other Pug looked up at the sky. “I hope it’ll rain soon,” he said.
“I’m not making a mudpile,” Mr. Pug replied, gazing at the work he had already done. “I’m making a garden.”
“A garden,” repeated Mr. Other Pug, sadly.
“Yes. A garden,” said Mr. Pug. “It’s all planned out, alphabetically. Over there I am going to plant artichokes, asparagus and beets. And over here is where I’m going to plant the broccoli, brussel sprouts, carrots and cauliflower.
Mr. Other Pug looked puzzled.
“And in the back,” Mr. Pug continued, “is where we’re harvest the lettuce and leeks, the radishes and rhubarb, and the shallots and squash.”
“I don’t know what any of these flowers are,” said Mr. Other Pug.
“Not flowers,” said Mr. Pug. “Vegetables.”
“A vegetable garden? Why the hell would a pug want to make a vegetable garden?” asked Mr. Other Pug. “Why not a chicken garden? Or a cheese garden?”
“That’s ridiculous,” said Mr. Pug.
“Or a chicken AND cheese garden!” added Mr. Pug.
“That’s REALLY ridiculous,” Mr. Pug added.
“Anything ‘s better than a vegetable garden,” said Mr. Other Pug.
“But it’s not just vegetables. We’re also going to have flowers,” said Mr. Pug, excitedly. “Over there I am going to have the allium, the aster, the bee balm and the bougainvillea.”
“Again with the alphabetics?” asked Mr. Other Pug.
Mr. Pug continued. “And over here in this corner we’ll have the cosmos and crocus, the dahlias, the foxgloves, the geranium and hollyhock.”
Mr. Pug saw Mr. Other Pug roll his eyes.
“I’m hoping the hollyhock will attract really beautiful butterflies,” Mr. Pug continued.
Mr. Pug stopped before hitting the pansies and the peony. He noticed Mr. Other Pug digging a hole in the corner.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Mr. Pug asked.
Mr. Other Pug stopped digging and held up an acorn and dropped it in the hole.
“I’m planting an acorn tree,” he said. “I’m hoping it’ll attract really slow squirrels.”
Our two boy pugs would LOVE a chicken and cheese garden!
Great idea Mr. Other Pug