- Dog Tales
- September 15, 2023
MQ PawWord Story
“Yo! Whiskers here, reporting from starlight city Pawsburg! I’ve raced up Siberian mountains, dined on steak pizza and toy-hunted at our local pet store. All fun and games with friends. Only bit that bites is missing my hedgehog toy. Space ain’t so bad, gives Earth a run for its kibble. Until next galaxy, buddy! – Whiskers 🐾🚀”
Stars twinkling with laughter up above, gazing down upon our dear Whiskers. Yes, Whiskers, whose ruby and white fur shimmered tying up loose ends of daylight and scattering them like breadcrumbs in the twilight of Pawsburg, the Canine Canaan reachable only whilst Earth humans slumbered. Quite an unusual predicament, you see, for a chap like myself, a Santa Monica civilian transformed interstellar space rover in the world of dogs.
Ah, South Siberian Summit, one must marvel at its majestic wintry might here! Whiskers, as lively as ever, racing up the frost-kissed peaks, his dynamic echo warming the snowflakes into ripples of silver and sapphire. Playing with other dogs, chase and nip, chase and nip, like spotting parentheses in a Tom Stoppard play. Busy spectacle, you see.
“Hey, Whiskers, race ya to Southern Golden Retriever River!” yelled Spot, a broth of spots on a silken, black and white river of fur, himself a Santa Monica inhabitant. Their escapades were like prose peppered with zest and wit, titbits of laughter echoing beyond the reaches.
Then there was the intermission at Pupperoni Pizza, the gastronomy of the galaxy. There’s something scintillating about baking intergalactic Italian cuisine under Orion’s belt. Biting into that steak pizza, a symphony of flavors stirred within Whiskers, his tail wagging in rhythmic rhapsody. “Hold the carrots, please!”, he’d declare, with a dignified swish of his tail.
A pitstop at Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store was a must in our plot, where every item hummed with magic from Sirius, the dog star. Whiskers would peer at the space hedgehog toys, a bittersweet longing clouding his expressive eyes. How he missed his hedgehog toy back on Earth. A forlorn lullaby played in his heart matching the quiet whispers of his Santa Monica evening.
Life was never dull in the sprawling majesty of the universe. Adventures were spun in every corner of the Pawsburg cosmos, where Whiskers danced among the florets of interstellar dreams. ‘Twas a peculiar Space Opera, unscored by Mozart yet hummed by every furry heart. Pawsburg was a sanctuary, painting broad strokes of whimsical wonder and doggy camaraderie in the grand canvas of space.
Space was not cold or empty, as we humans believe, but warm, full of love, and slightly smells like wet dog fur. Quite metaphorical in a life sense, don’t you think? How about we end the tale for now? Yes, that’s it, fellows. Until next galaxy, then. This is Whiskers and co., cruising off into the starry beyond.
The End.
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