- Dog Tales
- July 30, 2023
Paloma PawWord Story
Hey Mom, it’s Toots! Just another day in Pawsburgh. Wandered to the Lower Silver Siberian Summit, said ‘hey’ to my buddies at Furrific Fried Chicken. Met a hissing fuzzball with some scary green stuff, gave him my best bark to show I wasn’t scared (okay, maybe a little). My pride took a little hit but, on the bright side, there was kibble waiting for me when I got home. Life’s a Stoppard play here, random but hilariously fun. Same old, same old, really. Tail wags and love, Toots. đž
The night was a quiet one, the kind of quiet you only experience when the masters are away. I stared at my reflection in the backyard pool, the dull glow from the porch lights illuminating my distinctive red furbrow, carved through by a defiant white stripe. Iâm Paloma, an English Bulldog with too much bark and not enough bite, if you’d believe it. Yawning, I clutched onto my T-rex stuffed toy, my steadfast partner in crime.
Now, beneath the porcelain veneer of your domestic suburban town lies a gemâ Pawsburgh, a haven for us leisure-rich pets. Tonight, my sauntering paws were leading me to the Lower Silver Siberian Summit- considered an exclusive neighborhood, even by Pawsburgh standards.
Along the way, I mumbled a ‘How-do-you-do’ to Natty, Guiness, and Kahlua, tail-wagging compatriots of mine, lounging at the Furrific Fried Chicken, a local haunt. Their salutations filled the air, echoing my barks that resonated in the absence of any particular provocation. Lunacy, I suppose, is part of our charm.
Soon, the summitâs silhouette emerged, looming majestically under the shimmering stars. I ventured near Retriever River, or as we like to call it, ‘The swimway,’ bustling with late-night adventurists. My bulldogâs heart fluttered with the joy of participation, but the night had yet other plans.
Emerging from the shadows was a cat, treacherous creature, hissing with a green veggie. Now, if there’s one thing worse than Vacuums and thunderstorms, it’s anything that’s green. I choked. The whole of Pawsburgh seemed to hold its breath. The next moment was crucial; a canine’s reputation was more fragile than a master’s china.
With unwavering determination and my T-rex buddy in tow, I lunged forward, barking the thunderous bark that had secured my position in the hierarchy of Pawsburghâs notorious pack. Retreat lines were hastily redrawn as the cat sprinted away, leaving behind nothing but ripples of laughter in her wake. Embarrassment would be my companion for a while, but all that mattered was the meal that awaited me back home.
My excursion to Pawsburgh ended with sighs along my journey back home. As I slumbered across my master’s porch, the day seemed like an excerpt from an unscripted sitcom with no reruns- the life of the Petfather. Tomorrow would bring with it another symphony of barks before the retreat. After all, dawn is the enemy of all good adventures.
You see, for me, every day unfolds much like a Tom Stoppard playâwound tight in the ironic grip of randomness, yet graced with pockets of comedic relief. In between heinous bath times and terrorizing vacuums, my life is an unplanned rollercoaster ride through the lawns of Pawsburgh. And honestly, dear listener, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The End.
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