- Dog Tales
- July 11, 2023
Vincent PawWord Story
Hey Mom & Dad, it’s your Bear Cub,
You wouldn’t believe it! The new chapter in Spencerville is full of dental bones and cream cheese raids at ‘Doggy Donuts.’ Nights are never quiet here – the fish from ‘Fur Tacos’ are too enticing! I play hide and seek in ‘Corgi Castle,’ sniffing out humans who are always easy to find.
You remember how I dislike being alone? You can still hear it in my sighs. Strolls by the Southern Golden Retriever River aren’t the same without you, and don’t get me started on ‘The Pampered Pooch Salon,’ I nearly run at just the sight.
But then there’s the warmth of my old romance with… flour. Snow indoors, they said! I wish you could have seen Princess Victoria’s face when I sneezed. Those were good times…
Still dreaming about that day. You know the one – outrun the rain, silence the noises, conquer every cupboard in Spencerville. All from our porch, overlooking Cream Maltese Meadow.
Marvel at the sky tonight? You’ll see me indeed, Spencerville’s lovable star. At ‘The Barkery’ now, bacon eclairs calling. Remember, life’s never dull here. Especially not with your Bear Cub keeping the stories alive.
Tail wags,
Vincent aka Buddha
The opening of Vincent’s new chapter in Spencerville was tucked right between his thousandth dental bone and the cream-cheese saga that centered around his latest adventure – looting the heavenly aisles of ‘Doggy Donuts.’ Ah, the mischief curled in his eyes, a sly mutt, one big lick away from anarchy.
Quiet nights are a myth where Vincent’s involved, especially when the tantalizing aroma of fish floats in from ‘Fur Tacos,’ reversing all efforts at discipline. “Ah, I might be in the afterlife, but the fish, they just call out to me, you know?” he would howl into the speckled night, reminiscent, almost poetic.
Using the twists and turns of ‘Corgi Castle,’ I engaged in my share of hide and seek, but, never fear, he’d always find me, his eyes like two beacons of luminescent warmth. He once confided, “You humans always stick out in Spencerville. Your scent is harder to wash off than the smell of an unfinished dental bone. Trust me, I should know.”
Solitude wasn’t Vincent’s friend. Couldn’t bear it. You’d hear it from his sighs – yes, the sighs of a dog, replete with stories. “Sweet solitude, my hound foot!” he’d complain through the stillness of our strolls by Southern Golden Retriever River. “Everything feels amplified. Even the ticking of the clock echoes back at me.”
The one place that brought the adventurer to his knees was the ‘The Pampered Pooch Salon.’ Poor soul bolted at the sight of anything even slightly resembling a cleaning apparatus. “I am not above revenge. Remember the flour saga? That could be you, my friend,” he’d warn, a lopsided grin on his snout.
Everyone in Spencerville knew about Vincent’s erstwhile romance with the flour. It was an epic love story, complete with a daring raid on the pantry and a dusting of white on the entire house that would put the fjords to shame. “Ah, those were the days. Flour everywhere, it was like it had snowed indoors. And when she scolded me – that’s right, Princess Victoria herself – I could only respond with the most respectable sneeze. You should have been there, boy, to see the consternation on her princess-ly face!” Ah, my old friend never lost his witty charm.
He still held onto the belief that one day, he’ll outrun the rain, best the loud noises, and establish absolute reign over every cupboard in Spencerville, all while snuggling next to me, on the porch overlooking Cream Maltese Meadow.
As I headed towards ‘The Barkery’ for a late-night excursion in search of bacon eclairs, I turned, looking at the night’s sky reflecting in Vincent’s eyes. He was more than an ordinary pup; he was Spencerville’s night sky…our incredible, lovable star. And in this after-pet life, he was still on the path to become even better.
Life in Spencerville? Well, it can never be dull again, not with Vincent around. You won’t realize how time flies by when you’re busy living in stories. And oh, the stories he weaves! They’d probably outlast Spencerville itself.
The End.
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