- Dog Tales
- July 31, 2023
Mr Bruce PawWord Story
“Hey Mom and Dad, it’s Mr Bruce. Been a weird one today, my intuition’s acting up. Something’s not right in Kibble Cuisine’s steak and Spencerville’s peace. Tried talking with Ollie Bob but, you know him, as clueless as ever. LiL Dot though, she gets it, I think she’s tasted the dread too. I went to Black Bulldog Bay tonight – something was off. Know me as the carefree bulldog, but I’m willing to fight the unseen shadow looming over our peace. Heart out, Bruce the Bully. ”
I am Mr. Bruce, the well-respected, easily identified bulldog of Spencerville, yours truly. My mind, ever chasing thoughts much like my teeth on that devilishly alluring orange grubber ball, is so easily taken by worry. Ah, worry. Worry and a certain disturbing sense of foreboding.
Today sees us inwardly devouring a juicy steak from Kibble Cuisine by day and combating psychological warfare by night. Yes, I fear a sinister development is slowly creeping over our peaceful Spencerville. My instincts — attuned to such things — have been honing in on this disturbing energy, making the hairs on my otherwise shapely, scar-kissed hip stand on end.
One minute, I’m engaging Ollie Bob in the time-honoured tradition of tearing cardboard boxes to shreds. The next, my eyes are glazing over, thoughts are tangled, and I’ve lost track of that necessary tug-of-war rhythm. These unplanned solo intervals are alarming, to say the least. And in these moments, I see not the inside of a gleefully massacred cardboard box, but a foreboding frequency pattern, a Morse-like message perhaps? Even my trusted grubber ball seems to joke to me with an uneasy spin.
Of course, I’ve tried to confide in Ollie Bob, but the old collie is delightfully clueless, occasionally pausing from the box shredding to offer me a disarming look of intrigue. He then, surprisingly, attempts to lull me with that innocent gaze, as if my natter of conspiracies and corrupted frequencies are as insubstantial as a dog fart in the wind.
Dear LiL Dot, on the other hand, her black eyes linger with concern, understanding even. She’s always been the shrewd one. Does she too, taste the faint tinge of dread that has infiltrated the otherwise robust and mouth-watering sous-vided steak at our beloved Kibble Cuisine?
An urgent hunch tells me it’s time I took a solitary trot to Black Bulldog Bay. Normally, a place of pure peace, perfect for digesting the delectable delights of Pup-Cakes and Paws-A-Latte, tonight, it seems different. A thunderous gloom, an unprecedented silence echoes – the very bay named after our kind shows me something eerie, relevant.
So, here I am, my pawsteps loud in the quiet night air, dragging myself towards the conclusion of my ominous journey. I am Mr. Bruce, the seemingly carefree bulldog who loves nothing more than play and food. Yet, it’s exactly my love for this life that fuels my courage, my desperation to face these unseen adversaries haunting our sanctuary that is Spencerville. So, here I am, the bulldog of honour, poised to unravel a conspiracy threatening to unravel our canine utopia’s peace.
The End.
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