- Dog Tales
- September 20, 2023
Vincent PawWord Story
“Hey Mom & Dad, just another sunny day in Spencerville. Vic & I dressed snazzy, waved bye to Paws-A-Latte, and adventured around town! Doggy days filled with long walks, ear cleanings (ugh), and treat shopping. Strength is the new fetch and courage never tasted so good. Miss you both. Signed, your Bear Cub.”
It came to pass on a sunny day in Spencerville, as I, Vincent, the Newfoundland, watched the sun lift its head over the Siberian Summit, bathing the Poodle Pond and Maltese Meadows in warm light, that I had an awakening. The day began just as any other with Princess Victoria, my sister, wagging her tail in rhythm to the crooning sparrows beyond our shared window. But there was a glint in my eye, a sense of purpose bereft in previous awakenings.
Breaking fast from the Paws-A-Latte with a treat of my beloved fish and biscuits, I contemplated the daily adventures that begged for our attention. Victoria, nursing her Puptuccino, seemed thoughtful in her silence, as if she too felt the underpinning change. Bidding the café adieu, we found ourselves at the doorstep of Canine Couture Clothing. The significance wasn’t lost on me; it was a rite of passage, transitioning from chubby puppies to dogs of stature.
Adorned in the finest Spencerville tweed, reflecting the chased hues of my stunningly contrasted coat, I stood a little taller. At once, I felt brave. Victoria, always the elegant, looked resplendent in her cherry taffeta frill collar. This was it – the coming of age – emerging from our comfort zones, venturing onto new hopes, and embarking upon an incredible journey of learning and self-discovery.
Having sprung from the formidable shadows we clung to as rescues, we fell into the comfort of exploring the world around us, having fun, yet remaining mindful of the lessons that shaped us. We held an unmatched understanding of independence, yet at times, the stubbornness that came along was a pill harder to swallow.
Our afternoons often comprised long walks and merry car rides that encapsulated the joy we desired without the much-loathed beach and desert scenery. Rain would pour later, as it had developed a tenacity to spoil my mood, and Victoria would coax me into an ear-cleaning, another activity on the day’s agenda that I seldom looked forward to.
Evening called for a saunter around The Snooty Snout Boutique, picking up delicately crafted dental bones that were a nightly tradition, bordering on sacred. A final stop at Whiskers and Wings procuring dinner and another successful day wound down in the quiet town of Spencerville.
A camaraderie had been borne out of the simple pleasures shared by the inhabitants of this quaint town; a friendship that was pure, forged out of love and bound by the inexhaustible loyalty that had seen us through our most arduous trials. At the end of the day, the knowledge of one-day reuniting with our parents afforded us a peace that encouraged our adventures, allowing us to grow and thrive.
Today, I harbored the strength that once seemed alien. Like any dog, the thrill of unearthing a hidden pickle toy stayed the same, but there was a significant shift in the winds that I, Vincent, was beginning to understand. And yet, there in the heart of Spencerville, it wasn’t hard to forget, as long laid the path to forging my destiny through the duties of flirtatious raindrops, rugged adventures, and to simply exist as a fulfilled, contented soul countering the solitude that once was. With this newfound strength and the comfort of Victoria by my side, there was no deniable challenge that would chase me back into the cupboard, scattering my courage. These were the first strides to being unflinchingly me, welcoming every new dawn that promised growth, contentment, or just simply another day in Spencerville.
The End.
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