Sounded to me like the best day ever made.
So we did the agility stuff. And by we, I really mean me. Dutch was sort of afraid and Frank just ate cookies. I went up and over this giant A-shaped thing, weaved through polls, jumped over a jump waaay higher than it should have been for a pug like me, and ate lots of cheddar goldfish. Except for a scary see-saw thingy that whacked me on the head, it was all fun and not at all scary.
After I'd eaten about half a bag of goldfish, my human said it was time to take a break. I wasn't ready to stop having fun, so when Miley started a game of chase I was all for it.
But Miley is FAST and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't catch her. So I decided to go with a Plan B: the ambush. I would let her come to me then BAM! launch a surprise attack. So I waited and then BAM! Except the BAM! wasn't me doing any kind of ambush. The BAM! was Miley plowing into me at mach speed.
My human didn't get a picture of the BAM!, but Miley The Destroyer did the exact same thing to Flat Puglet last week right when her human happened to be taking a picture:
Miley didn't mean to hurt me, but after the BAM! it was really hard to walk. One of my front legs hurt so much I wouldn't let it touch the ground. I'm usually a pretty tough guy, so this totally freaked out the humans. There was lots of poking, an ice pack and a pill that made me feel good.
Thanks to the stupid gimpy leg, there was no Pug Sunday for me yesterday. Don't worry - I'm doing better today. A little gimpy, but I can still woop Frank's snail-tailed butt at Couch King.
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Today the flat me visits a pack of very cool recycled Bassett hounds in Florida. He meets a space dude, a spider and some other native creatures.... and gets his very own special Haiku.
You can read about it here on flatpuglet.com