- Dog Tales
- July 11, 2023
Sweet Pugnatious Puggie Pbear PawWord Story
Hey Mom & Dad, had a pawsitively peculiar day! Started ordinary till Tiki & Anna disappeared. After some quick detective work, we found them scared of a tumbleweed. All’s good now, we’re safe & sound. What a Pawsburgh adventure, eh? Woofs & kisses, Puggie 🐾
Memories of a strange Pawsburgh day still agitate the wrinkles on my face. It was just another quiet morning, my radiant round eyes reflexively popping open to a new day, and my body realizing it was time to haul itself from my comfortable nook over to Beagle Beach. The daily routine – same pup, different day. Well, not today.
As soon as my paws hit the Bullmastiff Boardwalk, there’s a buzz zipping through the air, disrupting the usual tranquility. Wesley, the Frenchie, is half-barking, half-panting, with a wild look in his eyes – claiming Tiki and Anna were missing. Those two Chihuahuas rarely strayed from Terrier Park, which was odd enough to fan my curiosity. A normally placid day suddenly promising a change of pace.
Our investigative journey led us to Beagle Beach, which Tiki and Anna didn’t frequent, notoriously preferring the shelter of shade over the open sun. My silver-sprinkled eyebrows knit together, my calm composure briefly unseating itself under the cloud of newfound anxiety.
Post our woofing confrontation with Chow Hound Café’s grumpy Cafe Chef – who waxed poetic on their loyalty to Pup-Cakes, spilled the clues that led us to Sniff ‘n’ Snack. While Wesley asked questions, I found myself in a stare down with a charismatic lettuce leaf, my arch-nemesis, smugly adorning a plate. The encounter ended with my Dalmatian-nose raised high, otherwise uneventful.
From there our waning hope led us to the charming Tan Dalmatian Desert. Wesley managed to dig up Anna’s unmistakable Polka dot hair ribbon, an omen of their last stop. I grumbled, “This is turning into a real sour Gerber.”
Bingo, we heard a soft whimpering from behind a large, prickly cactus, the familiar sound of my friends. They were shivering in fear of a tumbleweed rolling their way. Can you believe it? Anna, Tiki, scared of a tumbleweed rolling towards them – a sight for some gleaming puppy eyes.
“Whew! Saved by the pug,” Wesley said while grinning. His absolute lack of tact had the easy ability to evoke a chuckle from even the most distressed soul. We went to Woof and Whisker Wellness Center for a quick checkup, by the time the ordeal was over, we were ready to sneak back on the last person-train, just before the break of dawn.
Being the honorary pet detective never made my day as much as on that day, punctuating the calm surface of my existence with an rush of adrenaline. Thus was my day in Pawsburgh, as told by me, Sweet Pugnatious Puggie Pbear. No day is ever ordinary in Pawsburgh, even for a silver-flecked, straight-nosed, fun-loving, cheese-munching Pug like myself.
The End.
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