- Dog Tales
- July 16, 2023
Winston PawWord Story
Hey Mom and Dad, it’s Schnucki! Guess what? Climbed Siberian Summit today for the Annual Grand Fetch Competition. Whole neighborhood was there, even pals Finja and Smilla. The frisbee took flight and so did I. Was all paws & heart out there. Almost tasted defeat, but then came victory sweeter than cheese or chicken hearts. Held up the frisbee trophy to a roaring crowd! Always dreamt, now soared. Have a fetching tale to share now. Nothing like a Spencerville adventure!
I’ve always had a hankering for the hustle and bustle of competition, yet as a bulldog, life had set expectations a mite lower for me. Perhaps this is why my name, Winston, always felt like an ironic jab to my sports aspiration. Luckily, in Spencerville, bulldogs could chase their dreams, or frisbees.
There I was, standing on the remarkable peak of the Siberian Summit, sporting my distinctive icepick-marked fur. I had been selected to compete in the coveted Annual Grand Fetch Competition. The entire neighborhood had congregated at Boxer Beach, and my heart pounded with excitement. The nervousness was broken by my pals, Finja and Smilla, who wagged their tails, cheering me on as if I stood as the victor on the podium already. I appreciated that.
Rolling frisbee in paw, our renowned local commentator, a whippet named Digby, commenced the show. “Ladies and Gentlemen, let the fur fly!” he exclaimed. I took a deep breath, reared back on solid haunches, and launched my frisbee off into the distant horizon.
It spiraled away, a beautiful arc against the clear Spencerville sky, a sky undisturbed by my dreaded nemesis, the rain. The cheer from my friends, louder than ever, amp-ed up my adrenaline. There was no turning back now.
I launched forward, racing against other fierce competitors, but my mind shot back to the cozy couch at home, safe in our abode away from the thunder, talking tactics over a feast from Pup-Tastic Pizza. The thought of the victory, of the fame, of the glory, drove my thick-set legs.
A stumble by a lean greyhound named Racer gave me the break I needed, and I lunged forward to seize the soaring frisbee. My jaws closed around it, the taste of victory sweeter than my beloved cheese or chicken hearts.
Elation soared through me as I dashed through the line, the roar of the crowd meeting my ears, and each cheer etching this moment forever in my heart. As I hoisted the frisbee trophy high, reflecting on the victory, I realized it was not the win but the journey that made the tale worth telling.
After all, what is life but a series of stories we gather along the way? Stories to share with Finja and Smilla over a bowl of Pup-Tastic Pizza, stories to reminisce as we waged a tug-war with my yet unbeaten tug rope, tales of a bulldog that dared to dream and soar high, right here in Spencerville.
The End.
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