- Dog Tales
- September 15, 2023
Samillva PawWord Story
“Adventurous eve navigating Retriever River with Captain Benny, moonlight at Bullmastiff Boardwalk, stuffing faces at Pupperoni Pizza, & Bella’s grooming sesh at the Barking Boutique. Waggle n’ Wok was the cherry on top. Tomorrow? Same squad, new escapade. Woofingly, Samillva”
I remember the night like it was yesterday, the stars twinkling in the taunting vast expanse of the Pawsburg sky. Well, I don’t exactly remember, but it is the narrative I had constructed in my mind, so we’ll stick with that.
It was a typical, moon-kissed night when I found myself dog paddling upstream, en route to Retriever River, an iridescent playground of water spouts. The good captain Benny, Labrador of the high seas, was my loyal aide that night, braving the waters without a whistle of fear.
“I tell you, Samillva,” he panted alongside, “freedom tastes better than the freshest bit of kibble.”
Truth be told, I wouldn’t know. In my books, strawberries took the top culinary medal. But I digress.
Post our aquatic escapade, we walked the timeworn planks at Bullmastiff Boardwalk, the brooding ambiance reminiscent of a pirate’s lair. The moon was our sole companion, casting long, eerie shadows that danced to the rhythm of our heartbeats.
Bellies growling, we made a pitstop at Pupperoni Pizza. Bella, the poodle, needed a breather, her milky fur matted with sand from another misadventure at the Dalmatian Desert. Between chomps, the kind stall owner offered Bella a grooming session at The Barking Boutique. After a fair amount of coaxing – Bella, the vain minx – we got our chance to chow down at Waggle n’ Wok.
As I washed down my last bite with a champagne-flavored doggy seltzer, I contemplated my day.
“So, old paws,” Benny nudged me. “Same cohort, new adventure tomorrow?”
And as the night gently wrapped us in its arms, under the star-spangled Pawsburg sky, I wagged my bulky tail, my stubborn Bulldog spirit aglow with the possibility of another sunrise, another adventure. As I drifted into sleep, I could imagine the taste of strawberries for breakfast and another risk-fraught mission in the magical world of Pawsburg, my city, my playground.
The End.
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