Mr. Pug & Mr. Other Pug

Mr. Other Pug loved nothing more than napping in the shady grass on a hot summer’s day. SLeeping in grass was like sleeping in the most comfortable bed he’s ever slept in… but even better. Mr. Pug was sitting next to Mr. Other Pug but was less relaxed. His head was moving up and down, left and right, back and forth,and up and down again. It annoyed Mr. Other Pug, who stirred, then opened up an eye to see what Mr. Pug was up to.

“What are you doing?” asked Mr. Other Pug.

“What am I doing, what?” asked Mr. Pug, while rotating his head in a figure eight.

“Doing that” said Mr. Other Pug, a little louder.

Mr. Pug stared into space and then looked immediately all the way to the left, above, beyond and then away from Mr. Other Pug.

“Hey! I’m talking to you,” Mr. Other Pug shouted.

Mr. Pug tilted his head in Mr. Other Pug ‘s direction but didn’t focus on Mr. Other Pug at all. Then “SNAP!” Mr. Pug took a fierce bite out of thin air. “SNAP!” “SNAP!”

“What the hell was that about?” asked a bewildered Mr. Other Pug.

“Bumblebee,” whispered Mr. Pug, searching for his prey in the air. “It’s been buzzing around all day.”

“Bumblebee?” repeated Mr. Other Pug.

“It’s taunting me,” replied Mr. Pug.

“A bumblebee is taunting you and you’re trying to catch it?” asked Mr. Other Pug.

“In your mouth,” added Mr. Other Pug.

“It needs to be stopped,” said Mr. Pug in an unfocused deadpan. “It’s bumblebee season.”

“They sting, ya know,” said Mr. Other Pug. “Some people are allergic. A bumblebee can really get you if you don’t watch out.”

“Not if I get it first,” he said.

“SNAP!”

Mr. Pug’s head snapped back to the left and then zig-zagged thru the air as he tried to follow the bumblebee across its flight path. But the bumblebee didn’t land at all. It just flew across the lawn towards the patch of daisies on the other side. Excited by this opportunity, Mr. Pug. gave chase.

“Serpentine, serpentine,” shouted Mr. Other Pug. Mr. Pug zigged, and zagged, appropriately.

All of a sudden Mr. Pug dove into the daisy patch snapping wildly left and wildly right and wildly up and wildly down.

“SNAP, SNAP!” went Mr. Pug. “SNAP, SNAP, SNAP!”

The daisies met their match.

Mr. Other Pug watched until he got bored and laid back down in the cool grass for a quick nap, only to be awakened later by Mr. Pug. covered in a bright yellow powder and glaring down at him from above. Mr. Other Pug again opened one eye to look at his friend.

“Did you catch the bumblebee?” asked Mr. Other Pug.

“Ah, Ah…” snorted Mr. Pug.

“Did you get stung?” asked Mr. Other Pug.

“Ah, Ah Ah…” snorted Mr. Pug, again.

“Did you…?” Mr. Other Pug continued.

“Ah, Ah Ah…Achoo,” sneezed Mr. Pug, spraying a mixture of pollen and snotty pug spray all over Mr. Other Pug.

Mr. Pug rubbing his nose. “Pollen season, too,” he sniffed.

“I stand corrected,” said Mr. Other Pug, wiping his face. “A daisy patch can also get you if you don’t watch out.”