- Dog Tales
- September 10, 2023
PawWord Story
“Hey, while you thought I was having a snoozefest at home, I was actually out living my best doggy life! I mingled with pups of all sizes as the ‘Mayor’ of Doggie Daycare, scored a biscotti from Paws-A-Latte, and enjoyed some epic Bulldog vs Maltese drama. Ended the day with a sandy trot at Boxer Beach. Who said dog’s life is boring? – Comet the Canine Conclave Chief š¾”
The faint shimmering light of dawn cascades through the narrow window slits of our humble Andersonville household. Clara, my rather industrious human, has just left for her rigorous veterinarian endeavours. Itās my green signal: the time when I, Comet the robust, fulfillment of everything Labrador, embark on my daily pilgrimage to the legendary Pawsburg.
Arriving at the heart of the town, the smell of sizzling hot dogs from Dog-gone Good BBQ assaults my nostrils. If you think Paris in spring is tempting, oh my, you haven’t been nose-deep in a Pawsburg hotdog pit!
Yet, there is a duty to perform! The day begins at The Doggie Daycare, where I, as self-proclaimed ‘Mayor,’ maintain an air of diplomacy, extending my paw of friendship to Chihuahuas and Saint Bernards alike. Itās a tough gig, maintaining the Canine Conclave, what with Muffin the Poodle’s overly stylish demands and Chip, the dachshund’s, obsession over heroic epic poems. He is guilty of spouting Beowulf at odd hours.
Post diplomacy, a sojourn to the Paws-A-Latte is warranted, the daily grind for this golden clan chieftain is hard. Presenting my most pitiful ‘I-deserve-a-biscotti’ face to the barista, I score my sugary delight. Then, off to the Siberian Summit, to look over Pawsburg, biscotti delicately hanging from my mouth with a sophistication Frank Sinatra would envy.
Comedic relief is everywhere. Just this afternoon, a Bulldog mistakenly wandered into the Maltese Meadow, creating quite the fur-iosity. Let’s just say Malteses and Bulldogs go together like seasoning on a tennis ball. Peculiar, unwelcome, and terribly confusing.
Evening descends, and a pilgrimage to the Boxer Beach is customary. The feeling of sand between paw pads, watching the sun set, the squeak of the ‘prey’ sock rising above the sound of ocean waves; the perfect coda to the day, you see.
While Clara thinks I have been wallowing in mundane ennui at home, she was blissfully unaware of the diplomatic encounters, searing chases, and good-old bone discussions that filled my day. She mentions her day was filled with intrigue, heartache, and triumph. I nudge my sock conquest towards her, signalling my shared sentiment.
After all, Pawsburg runs parallel to the so-called ‘human world’, a fragrant, bustling, bewitching paradise that only the likes of us canine folks have the ticket to. And I, Comet, am proud to be its Labrador Leader, its Golden Globe Trotter, its… well, you get the drift, right?
The End.
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