Racing Pug

The Ball It was Just a Normal day. I was chasing my owner, liz, who had my favorite red ball in her hand. The reason this story IS NOT a normal day for me is because as I was running, I heard cheering of in the distance. This was NOT usual for my normal day chasing my human. We kept running for much longer than usual until I saw the people who were cheering! It was louder now, and kind of hurt my ears, but I was focused at getting my ball back. After running for quite some time, we stopped, Liz gave me my ball (and some treats!). To this day, I still don't know why we ran so long and why I got LOTS of praise for running, but it was fun!

I target a red ball in her hand. MY red ball! She is running with it. I cannot let her get away. I take off after her, my little legs moving as fast as they can. I can't seem to catch up, she is going so fast. I want my ball back, no matter what it takes. My paws kicking up dust behind me, I will not slow down. She slows down, why is she slowing down? She tosses my ball further ahead. I do not stop, I do not slow. I sprint to my ball, I sprint with no slowing down. I'm so close, I can feel it! I can see it! I GOT IT! I got my ball, but I do not stop, I keep running. There is no way she is going to take my ball again!

My paws propel me forward, my eyes locked on the target. My owner is sprinting, ball in hand. I chase her and her orange hoodie because she has what I want. I want my ball. My heart thumps and rolls fly as I run as fast as I can. My eyes light up as I see my favorite toy flying through the air. With a yelp of excitement and anticipation, I change course following the ball. A plume of dust and dirt flys in the air and with it flys my ball. Finally, my toy comes to rest on the sandy soil, and with a thump I lay down, tired from the chase. I am happy, I now have two of my favorite things; my toy and my owner’s attention.

What does it mean to work for what you have? What does it mean to continue pushing forward no matter the cost? I know. Call it the cruelty of man, call it a test given to me by the divine, but one thing is certain. I have been betrayed, my once comfortable life; shattered. My once beloved master, who once reasonably used to provide me with food in a bowl, took a slab of meat and ran. My slab of meat! The audacity, the wickedness, the evil! I immediately began to run after her. With every bound, I could smell the meat, with every pant, I envisioned it in my mouth. I needed that meat- *ahem* MY meat! Then I saw them, the people. They cackled, giggled, and laughed at my race, my desperate attempt to retrieve that which is mine. For shame. My master then foolishly threw my meat, which allowed me the chance to pick it up and consume it. The juices falling down my jaw, and the tenderness was heavenly. Then I saw my master looking at me and giggling. At least she gave me back my the meat- *ahem* MY meat!

3, 2, 1, Go! My eyes open, staring down the arena, eyes focused on the disc. Wooden boards surround me. Sand flies by, underneath my feet. I feel airborne, Like a cannonball. I leap forwards, my front and back feet almost touch, then Bam! I hit the ground. I push off once again, this time, gaining ground on the disc. My tunnel vision narrowed as I pray for more breath. My tongue hangs out to catch any passing air. Bam! Bam! Bam! I catch a glimpse of a neon hoodie holding the disc, and can barely make out that a figure tosses it onto the ground. I decided nothing can stop me from winning this competition, and I dash as hard as I possibly can, my body stretching in and out, feet slamming into the ground and rebounding before they could even get there in the beginning. My eyes focused further and the disc slowed down as it bounced on the ground. I gave it my all, even though I was out of breath and aching. I leaped. Swip! I grab the disc, and land on the ground at high velocity, slowing down to catch my breath and relax the muscles that ache beyond belief. The time board then puts up my time, and as the last competitor, winning was in my best interest. A voice accompanied the number: “11.3 seconds! Which puts him in the first place!” My tail wagged with unbearable excitement.

The air is hot, clear, wet. Before me I see my goal: the red and white ball. I want to run but I am held back, these people looking at me, I've done this before. In my heart of hearts I know that I. AM. READY! The bright clothed one moves and the ball goes away from me when suddenly I am released! This is the moment I have been waiting for. I am off! bounding after the ball I am a rocket, a bolt of lightning, I am me. The ball is so close as it falls to the ground, rolling away, but not for long. I close in on it and pounce, the satisfaction of it in my mouth is worth standing around for so long. The sun is still beating down but I have won! The ball is mine! I can only imagine what the other tall ones are thinking. I think it would go like “he is so amazing I want him for myself” I would never betray my owner, never go with another one, not for all the food I could hold. They think I am small, I am nice, I am “cute”. I think they are tall, they are fair, and they are the cute ones! I am handsome, despite the dust.

I shortened the distance between me and my enemy. I drew closer and closer and then I hear a BIP!! As I look up to see what happened, I noticed the BIP sound was from his escape plan coming into action. He had jumped off the floor and hitched a ride onto some “human” to which I was unable to draw level with. The distance between us greatened rapidly and my legs started to give into themselves. I could barely keep my pace up to what my original speed was at and I began to lose hope. My body began to shut down and I felt my eyes close. However, in a quick jolt, my head lifted up and a fond memory popped into my brain. A quote from a fellow canine like me... “BARK BARK BARK BARK, WOOF WOOF, HOWL!!!” My eyes sharpened and my tail went up. I felt a rush of adrenaline flow into my veins and made my legs move on their own. I no longer felt any pain, I was now no longer in control of my brain now, my soul was. As I chased down the neon green and blood-red colored enemy, my now keen eyes caught my rival make a mistake, in fact, a huge one. He stumbled and fell on to the ground which gave me an ample amount of time to close the distance between us. I caught up to a human, and I carried the tennis ball in my slobbering mouth. I exceeded my limits, I surpassed my boundaries, and I thank you, my old fellow canine. Forever shall you and your soul stay in my heart and live on within me.

I'm so close. Right behind her. The dust is stinging my eyes. Whatever. All that matters anymore is catching her. Why can't I go any faster? I need to catch her or she'll leave me alone. Someone help me. I can't catch her. Must catch toy. Must catch toy. MUST CATCH TOY!!! I MUST CATCH THE TOY!!!!

Go, GO! I must get the toy. Everyone watching, cheering me on. If only I could run faster. My owner runs fast, But I must run faster. Go, GO! I must get the toy.

It seemed that I couldn't get her to run fast enough. Every one of my footsteps felt like I was swimming in mud, but I couldn't speed up since I knew that Lola wouldn't be able to. My parents had told me time and time again that it was all for fun, but the competitive side of me had taken over and if I didn't win, I would be sorely disappointed. "Come on, girl! Come on, Lola!" I could hear her little paws pittering and scampering towards me, sending the dust flying despite her minuscule size. I sent her toy flying, hoping, praying, maybe, just maybe a pug could run faster than a cheetah. She skidded into the finish and lept towards me, finally able to do what she had wanted to do from the moment I started running with her- lick me to death. "Lola, Lola-argh- stop it, you stupid dog!"I shoved her from me and glared. I took her back into the stands, glumly watching our competition. There was no way we could win. My heart sank as dog after dog finished faster. Lola leaned on me and whimpered, sensing I was upset. "What do you want?" I asked grouchily. Her curly tail wagged in response. Her eyes were round and hopeful. I couldn't resist it. "Oh, very well," I mumbled, and let her up on my lap. "Do you see all of those other dogs? Those are real racing dogs, Lola." She licked my face. I sighed. "I guess none of those dogs are as sweet as you. I am lucky enough for that." Lola barked. "Yes, yes," I agreed finally, laughing. "I would rather have you than any racing dog."

I'm not sure of the purpose of this video, or why the pug is racing in the first place. Although I'm sure the pug is enjoying it and the people watching him. I always assumed that they're were pet races but this is the first time I've seen any footage.

This brief clip reminds how even the smallest dog can win or at least outrun somebody. A video of how you can put a mind to it, then you can do anything like this little guy.

I think this means that anyone could do anything they put their mind to. No matter what your mindset is or what disability's you have doesn't mean that you give up. It should mean you go further, you take that extra step, and you always have a goal in life.

This video tells me a lot about whats going on. The girl appears to have something in her hand (ENHANCE IMAGE), It appears to be a Pokeball. She tried to capture the wild Level 20 pug and had a level 12 Pikachu which was no match for the pug's immense strength. She flees and tries to escape the pug's wrath but the pug is just too fast. She throws her Pokeball to let out her Pikachu but to no avail. The poor pokemon trainer is unfortunately mugged by the pug as witnesses watch the sad defeat of the trainer as the pug takes her wallet. The pug goes back to her pug spider web to lay her offspring for the winter

This clip brings me memories of my sweet Hannah. I love that dog more than most of the people in my classes. The funny thing is, she's not even mine. The eyes of determination the racing pug has are the same Hannah has following me wherever I go, no matter how hard it is to move her round body. The smile on his face like when we put Hannah in the pool with us and let her have her own floatie. Ears wagging the same as hers do on Thanksgiving each year when she eats at the table. Tail bobbing as Hannah's does as she rolls down the driveway on a skateboard or hops into my bike basket for a ride. Hannah isn't just a dog, she's a companion, a friend, and I would say the same for the pair in the video.

This video could tell a bunch of different things for various amount of different people. This video could show accomplishment, strength, being able, succeeding, and etc. We can assume that this racing pug is going to cross the finish line. We also don’t know what this pug has done to reach the finish line. I think this shows everyone's journeys through life. We now that everyone wants money, fame, and maybe just happiness. What we don’t know is what they have done to get to their goal, the finish line. We are not aware of everyone's journeys and/or what obstacles they had to overcome to get there. In life all we do is fight our way up the ladder. We do what is needed to reach our goals and be happy.

You will never believe what just happened to me this morning. I was enjoying my nap in my soft and cozy bed when out of the blue, my owner wakes me, picks me up and takes me to her car. We drive for hours, I think, I don't know, I can't tell time, and we arrive in this giant ring. She put me down and I saw others just like me in the same ring. I was going to say hi to my fellow pugs when she called my name and showed me my favorite treat. She knows I can't resist a nice bone. I started walking towards her when she did the unthinkable. She started to run away from me. I felt betrayed. No one takes away my bone. I started to run towards her when she dropped my treat in front of her. I picked it up as fast I could, and ate it as fast as I could, so she couldn't do the same again. After that, I saw many pugs just like me, go through the same thing. I wonder how they feel about this.

Ever since I was a pup, I longed to run. I was the runt of my litter, barely making it the first few days of my life. Like most pugs, I suffered a heart condition that limits the amount of activity I can face. I wanted to race, I wanted to feel the wind blowing in my ears, I wanted to feel the dirt shift underneath my paws. I wanted to be like a Whippit or a Greyhound, tall and skinny. Instead, I faced rolls and a short stature. This racing fantasy of mine continued despite what my owners said. They said I wouldn't be able to run because of my heart. I spent a few months in a shelter before a young girl looked into my beady black eyes, and knew she wanted to take me home. The young girl insisted on watching racing videos of all sorts; cars, marathons, and speed skating. It seemed as if she was teasing me; mocking me with the indication that I cannot race and will never be able to. In the next few months, she started taking me on longer walks. My heart caused me to stop short and take rasp breaths, but I kept going. I kept going because I knew she was doing this for a reason. She knew I longed to race, somehow she did. I can feel the light dirt underneath my paws. I can see her, a ball in her hand, and the faces of spectators. As soon as I see her boots shift, I run. I can feel the wind blowing through my ears and the dirt shifting beneath my paws. I remember that clear message; They said I wouldn't be able to run because of my heart. Look who is running now.

My nails scrape across the dirt, my body moving like a well oiled machine. My muscles burned, but I keep moving. I am on the hunt. I can feel the saliva pooling, and there is a grin on my face as I chase my target. The woman in the orange hoodie throws something- my eyes locking on it. A ball. My legs move faster, pushing harder. I need it.

My nails scrape across the dirt, my body moving like a well oiled machine. My muscles burned, but I keep moving. I am on the hunt. I can feel the saliva pooling, and there is a grin on my face as I chase my target. The woman in the orange hoodie throws something- my eyes locking on it. A ball. My legs move faster, pushing harder. I need it.

My owner is running, she is going faster than I. This urge I feel, it must be quenched... I can't make it and I have to move faster. When she looks back though, it just gives me this feeling. Like i can run forever. Can I get to her in time? With her face beaming at me I have no doubts about it. This is my time to shine. All these other people do not phase me. Their endless screeches and taunts only help slow them down, not me. The bounce of my collar is felt across my shoulders, it's cold feeling and thumps every moment. Pushing through the dirt, my paws and claws strike at it and fling them behind me. I must get to her, and help her through her troubles that make her run like this...

The bright colored sphere moved my tiny legs A soft hand started to smoothly rub the base of my tiny paw where I loved to be touched It was just a normal day We were always in strange places but this was new Not only was the dirt perfect, but I just noticed the sky was blue She graciously pat my head and tightened my collar I felt my legs shaking with held in excitement She started to run and I ran faster The sunny, breezy, clear day consisted of my two favorite things My favorite ball and her orange hoodie strings I hadn't put too much thought into the other strangers on the side There was some shouting but I had too much on my mind The red ball rolling endlessly on the ground was my only target My small teeth ready to grab it Today wasn't a normal day It was my day to shine

My master was running ahead. All I could see was her dancing blond ponytail and her feet simultaneously abandoning the ground. I didn't know where she was going, but I knew, as her loyal companion, I had to follow. I thrusted my little body forward and let my tiny legs carry me away. My ears bounced in the wind and my collar jumped around my neck. There were a few spectators on the sidelines, their eyes vigilantly followed my movement. Why were they staring at me? Did I have food in my teeth? Or did my tail just look exceptionally handsome today? The heels of her shoes kicked dirt into my face and tickled my black nose. Everything moved in slow motion.

Grizz'ilat'akh, Almighty Lord of Darkness and Destroyer of the Seven Galaxies, could not believe he was trapped in the body of a mere animal. And such an undignified one at that! Everything about this new form infuriated Grizz'ilat'akh, from the lazily unsharpened fangs to the floppy tail that wagged at the most inconvenient times. And these creatures! Insolent, yapping away in their strange tones, cooing disgustingly at him. Once he took back his true form, Grizz'ilat'akh would come back and capture their puny planet. And they'd all be sorry. He saw one of the flesh sacks nearby, blissfully unaware of his vile presence. The perfect chance for some sweet revenge. Raising his most fearsome war-call-bark, Grizz’ilat'akh charged after the beast, fangs bared. It fled in terror- wait, what the thing laughing at him? How dare it show such defiance in the face of impending doom! He sped up, biting at the thing's heels, until he barreled it over in one fell swoop. Time to use his greatest weapon - his deadly, galaxy conquering acid tongue! But for some reason, as he licked her, she didn't seem to be cowering in fear. Instead, she smoothed the fur on his tiny little form in a way that felt... no, shut up, the Lord of Darkness could not like such a plebian thing as pets! And there went that heavens cursed tail again, wagging like a madman! As much as he hated to admit it, Grizz'ilat'akh, Lord of Darkness, could get used to this form.

Point of view from a spectator: I see the good boy chasing down the woman with a big smile on his face. The woman tosses a toy, and he darts directly for it. This is too adorable for me, I'm glad the ole wife dragged me out here today, this is too much fun on a Sunday, I love it. This reminds me of my old dog on the farm, Buster, who was once that energetic. If you couldn't tell, my wife and I are farmers on our generations old ranch. We raise cattle, horses, and pigs mostly. Those pigs look good on the breakfast table. I'm just kidding, of course. After this pug race concludes, I'm gonna go home and watch me some football with my boy Buster. Go Pats.

My dog is my only best friend, as sad as that sounds it's true. Ever since I was 7 and dealt with my own issues, he was the only one truly there for me. His name is Keanu. It's such an intimidating name for a cute sweet pug like him. Ever since I was younger we would go to this dirt road when the sun was setting and have a race. My little guy may have short legs but he was sure fast. This was a last our last race. His last day and he was so energetic. Tears started to form in my eyes. "Okay Keanu, are you ready?" my voice was cracking. The little wag of his tail indicated that he was. I had his favorite ball in my hand. "and, Go!" I said as I threw the ball forward. As I ran I could feel the hot tears falling down my face but instantly drying as the wind was strong. He won. "Good job buddy," I say while giving him the biggest hug. We stayed there for a bit in silence. "I'm going to miss you."

I dash down the race track, dirt flying behind me. My heart races and the adrenaline pushes me harder to keep up with her. My short legs are no match for hers but I continue at full speed. I try to control my breath as the noise of the crowd heightensand my back legs lurch me forward over the finish line. The momentum pushes me far past the finish line and when I finally come to a stop the cheers become louder. The cheers become louder and the smiles wider. She stands in front of me bursting with excitement and I leap forward with joy.

That damned menace. Attached to my own master, it fled, but it fled in vain, as I am defined as speed. I chased after that wretched being as the life of my own kin was in danger. As each paw landed on the floor I bolted forward with all my force. As he saw me approach, I could sense his nerve spike, and he threw himself forward without hesitation. Unfortunately for him, he stood no chance, for I am the defender of this world, and this spherical menace to society is no match for I.

I run, the only thought in my mind being survival. My heart races, alongside my mind, and I can't possibly begin to understand the terror that fills my body. No one seems to understand as they watch, laughing and clapping like it's some sort of sick game show. I don't know how much longer I can last. My breath is weakening with my knees, and I feel like I might collapse. The dread I feel when I see that small shadowing growing ever so slightly bigger in my peripheral vision is more than intense. It feels like enough to give me a heart attack. I finally decide to drop the one thing *it* needs. The ball. The pug races to catch up with me, and I try my best to abandon the track as fast as possible. My phobia for pugs has yet to be cured, and I can't possibly go through with something like this again. Who thought of having a pug race anyways?

The story this video could tell is a girl that signs up for a dog competition and doesn't believe that her dog could win. She faces many obstacles of some people supporting her and others bringing her down. In the end, she learns to be confident and starts to have faith in her dog to win. The dog ends up in last place but she pushes her dog to keep moving forward.

She glanced back, her long, blonde hair and the hood of her coral sweatshirt bobbing around with every step she took. Lindor, her pug, raced behind her with his mouth open wide and tongue sticking out. She was surprised to see him keeping up with her fast pace considering how small and short-legged he is. After tossing the Poké Ball in her hand, Lindor ran even faster, his tail curling as he watched the toy bounce along the ground. The spectators awed and cheered as the pup followed his owner, their hearts captured by the look of pure enjoyment on both of their faces.

Four feet fleeting freely, Suspended amidst dirt and dust. Happy, although unseemly, Aging eyes marvel through gridlock rust. Lifting a vessel, Behind an open screen. He stops and revels, At such a joyous scene. Small and fragile, But teeming with life. She turns her head, She opens her eyes. He puts down his mug, She starts to cry, For Racing Pug, Has crossed the finish line.

This story represents freedom, the pug is racing away from any problems it may have had. The lady is happily running with the pug, both of them enjoying the race track. Running allows both of them to escape. This is how they enjoy the world.

I finally got my steed. My golden ticket to the Hall of Fame racers in my town. Every year, my town will hold a race of dogs in which the winners go into the Hall of Fame. Every winner gains clout like no other, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want my name known. I didn't really know much about dogs before now but I for sure got my winner, right here! He looks like a young pitbull and I heard those are pretty fast, he'll grow up to be nice and fast, I'm sure of it! Well, that was until I took him to the local Vet. I wanted to make sure he was nice and healthy for the race after nearly a year of training. And what came to light was that he was actually simply a pug, not a young pitbull. The Vet said it's a common misconception among people. So I spent nearly a year training a dog to which wasn't going to grow up into what I thought but was an entirely different breed. Lord give me strength.

How sensational that everyone continue their paths nonstop. I remembered running and chasing my friends by playing tag or have a race to see who's the fastest runner. People and animals (including pugs) would do anything to chase their goals and dreams. It took amounts of effort to commitment than being couch potatoes. Pugs are like kids too. If they learned of what they seen, they can be successful too. Different goals from academics, social, mental or personal goals can be fulfilled on people find a special motivation.

Since his birth, he was always a kind of special dog. His big , brown dopey eyes were always filled with a kind of oblivious happiness that I had when I was a child. He was also kind of a special dog because of his condition. At the vet they said he had a disease and after about two or three years he wouldn't be able to walk anymore. It was true. one point he just stopped walking. Completely stopped. It broke my heart to see it happen before my eyes. He kept trying to walk but he could barely muster the strength to do it anymore. I wanted my pup to move. I kept him walking, and from walking to running, and from running to full sprinting. He was gaining energy and with that energy, a kind of momentum that couldn't be stopped by anyone. It was enough to give me the encouragement to get him into a race. that was supposed to not be walking, let alone running, able to join a race and compete with other pugs who were more capable than him. It was his first race. When the whistle blew, the other dogs shot straight ahead of him, he lagged behind but still had a small gleam of optimism in his eye. I came from the sidelines and began to run with him. His sluggish run turned into a full sprint as I began to run farther and farther ahead of him. I gave him the strength to finish the race. Even though he came in last it was one of his biggest victories. I couldn't be any more proud of him.

It was the final race and Nala and I were more than ready, this was what she’s been training for her whole life. Only being 5 years old, Nala is capable of doing many things. The extension of her legs was something you wouldn’t expect from a young canine. Looking at her small stature, the other contestants think their dog can beat her, of course that’s until she leaves them in the dust. It was a chilly september morning so I had to make sure I was warm enough to be able to focus on my champion. The tournament was filled with many dogs of all breeds, German Shepherd, Greyhound, and Weimaraner; Nala was the only small pug in this competition. Her curled tail was wagging non stop due to the excitement of seeing the other dogs. Once I gave her the signal, her game face was on, and she was ready to win.

Watching as the pug and the girl ran around aimlessly, I questioned what exactly I was observing. They told me it'd be a grand show, but so far it's just been the two running around in endless loops. They'd reach the end of the line and then they'd go again. Many things ran through my mind as I observed the two, what were my plans following this, how I could be excused from work tomorrow, amongst many other random thoughts. I found myself so engrossed in my thoughts for what seemed like several minutes and the two were still scurrying through the dirt. It amazed me that so much time had gone by and the two continued on, running the same pace. I began to grow more attentive. Maybe this was not something so simple after all.

From the perspective of the pug: Why am I awake so early you ask? Easy. I am an athlete, so I am constantly working. In fact, I just returned from strength and conditioning. Before that, I ate a whole egg for breakfast, with a shell and everything. Now I am making a nail shake and spinach pushpins. Most people are excited because it's Thursday, but as an athlete I don't have weekends. The only breaks I have are to sleep and even so, usually, I only sleep an average of 3 minutes per night, but it is enough to keep going. Being an athlete is not easy, but it is worth it.

Throughout history, dogs were breed for specific tasks. These dogs gained attributes to assist them in their tasks, such as an elongated snout or a different body shape. Many dogs have acquired problems due to their selective breeding, such as the pug. The pug is notorious with health problems, from hip dysplasia to obesity. Despite their setbacks, pugs are always extremely happy to play. They are able to overcome the obstacles put onto them and live a great life.The pug seen running in this article is a true legend. It is indeed a symbol of achieiving greatness despite the odds.