- Dog Tales
- September 14, 2023
PawWord Story
“Sunny wags ‘n woofs! Had a tussle w/ Mrs.H’s lettuce at brekkie. Wandered to mountain summit, got a noseful of sausage scent and Mayor campaign gossip. Pawed it to Poodle Pond for a doggy debate, all huffing, growling and wagging, textbook Pawsburg. Might run for mayor if no lettuce involved! Woof Woof, Bramble.”
As I stood on the worn-down porch of Mrs. Henderson’s house, the early morning sunlight accenting every tuft of my beautifully chaotic coat, I felt the familiar stir of adventure begin to swell. Just another day in Pawsburg and I, a scruffy Border Collie named Bramble, was ready to whisk off to a hidden kingdom where dogs ruled supreme. But first, breakfast, consisting of my audacious choice of crunchy carrots swathed in liberal amounts of peanut butter.
“I’m telling you, Bramble,” Mrs. Henderson began, her voice trailing off as she glanced indifferently at the discarded lettuce on the floor, “The sheer audacity of ignorance towards greenery is shocking.”
But alas, such delightful bickering was just a normal ritual.
Leaps and bounds later, I found myself amidst the bustling chaos of Lower Silver Siberian Summit, my icy eye scanning the crowds with an uncanny precision, while the other, in an act of mild-mannered rebellion, was distracted by the prominent whiffs of roasted sausages wafting from Paws on The Grill.
“Bramble!” The very mountains seemed to shake as Chester, the German Shepherd, called out, looking agitated – a state usually reserved for squirrels. The nearby Labradoodle, Rosie, whose laughter was the highlight of the bakery’s daily menu, also seemed uncharacteristically low-key.
“What’s happening?” I ventured, observing the assembly of dogs.
“A meeting at Poodle Pond,” Rosie sighed. “Pawsburg’s council elections are just around the corner and everyone’s in a twist!”
“Elections! Is there anything these humans haven’t thought of inflicting upon us?” I bemoaned, shaking my head with resigned exasperation that brought comforting laughs from my friends. They knew of my flair for melodrama.
“You’re running for mayor, aren’t you Bramble?” Chester inquired, making every tail within hearing distance wag in anticipation.
“I suppose,” I mused idly, fondly remembering the last time I ended up running the show, “If they promise to keep the lettuce out of my sight.”
With hearty laughter and camaraderie, we frolicked down to Poodle Pond for a discussion that would forever reshape the destiny of Pawsburg. It was a chorus of huffs, growls and barks but under the veneer of our doggy discourse, was the undeniable fact – we knew how to have a blast while leading a town. Pawsburg – the political drama of dogs, diagnosing squirrels’ flights and arguing over chew toys – made for more than a riveting sitcom plot. It was our home. After all, nothing compared to the seemingly absurd but surreally organized chaos we proudly called our own.
The End.
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