Hi, I'm SuperPug. I am Superman's little sidekick.
As you can see, I dream of helping Superman all the time.
Let me tell you about today's adventure.
It is a long way from my house to the park. I told my human to drive, but I decided to fly there any meet him at the entrance. The entrance is a 100 year old metal gate, rusitng ever so slightly and with a slight squeak on one hinge, and has rose bushes either side.
I normally check the gate and have a sniff to see which of my friends are there, but today I noticed a new smell. It was a bit like cheese, and a bit like brocolli. Not completely unpleasant, but neither was it a pleasant smell. It certainly made the colour on the roses fade away slightly.
Oh no, it must be.... it can't be ... my old arch nemesis.
Yes, that smell could only be my arch enemy, Frank the Cat. I knew Frank from a long time back. We have history.
He is 7 years old now, a few grey hairs to his mostly black fur coat and with a large white stripe underneath. He uses his white belly stripe to lure unsuspecting human hands to stroke him, and then he strikes. Claws out, sharpened using the nearby rocks, and straight into soft skin. He likes seeing those humans yell in pain.
But he is clever, very clever. Frank then rolls over slowly onto his back, as if nothing has happened, and looks at the human. The roll of his yellow eyes softens their anger. He purrs like a locomotive train, and the unsuspecting humans forgive him and go in for a tummy stroke again. I mean, who wouldn't trust a cat lying on his back?
That's when he strikes again. Lured back in the second time. Claws out and latching on to an undefended hand. Yeeeoooouuuchhhhh !!!
Oh no, my human was still driving to the park. Would he be Frank's next unsuspecting victim?
Quick as a flash I knew what I had to do. I drew upon my super pug strength and bounded around the park, looking for Frank.
I couldn't find him though. I stopped under the large apple tree. The apples had fallen off a while ago so I stepped around them. Then I noticed Frank's smell again.
Strange. I couldn't see him. But the hairs on my neck started to stand up, even though it was not cold.
My sixth sense then told me to look up. There he was, hiding in the tree branches. He had seen me. And now he was starting to hiss. It sounded like a kettle boiling.
I must save my human from being claw-swiped. What should I do?
So I started to shake the tree, shake it a bit more, hmmm, what was that, shaking, is someone shaking me? I was confused. Suddenly it was brighter. Had my eyes been closed all this time?
What was this hand on me?
Oh no, I had been asleep. My eyes blearily opened. I had once again been having doggy dreams after my morning walk in the park. There was no Frank here. My human is safe. He was just rubbing my tummy affectionatley. I was just sleeping like Superman's sidekick, SuperPug !!!
I hope you enjoyed reading about my doggy dreams as much as I had having them.
(note : this story, whilst based on some truth, is entirely fictional!)
