- Dog Tales
- September 28, 2023
Walter PawWord Story
“Yo mama, went sneakin’ off to Pawsburg, ran into Bud, showed off, admired a Pomeranian gal. Got to save a pup from a pit – heart-stopping stuff, but all in a night’s work, ya know? Turns out, heroism tastes better than my favorite margherita ๐. Scratch the carrot treats, though ๐. Walter Matthau, signing off ๐พ”
The clock had barely struck nine when I sneaked out of the house. Adventure, or as the humans call it – “night mischief”, was calling me. Pawsburg! That’s where I was headed. It was going to be one hell of a night.
Dodging the evening security on Elm Street, I made my way briskly to Pawsburg. At Pupperoni Pizza, I ran into Buddy, a sassy Poodle with a fondness for margherita like me. We exchanged pleasantries, discussing new strategies for tug of war and the latest in rope toy technology.
Next, I found myself at The Pawfect Training Center, performing a few of my high-intensity moves in front of an admiring crowd. I glanced out the corner of my eyes and saw a femme fatale of a Pomeranian watching. A sudden wave of desire โ to be the best, to be observed, admired – swept over me. Setting my stubborn jaw, I performed a series of complicated tricks that elicited a round of applause.
Night settled over Pawsburg, and, as the moonlight hit Upper Black Bulldog Bay, I basked in the afterglow of my performance. But something felt off. A frantic barking reverberated from Dalmatian Desert. Adrenalin surged through me. There was trouble.
Racing towards the sound, I found a group of dogs surrounding a pit. Terror clenched me, my heart pounded in my chest, but I held my ground. “What’s the plan?” I barked, walking up to the group. There was a pause before Clyde, the notorious rottweiler, looked up and said, “Walter, we’ve got a pup in there. We can’t reach him.”
Without a second thought, I hurtled towards the pit, poised on the edge. I was too small to make a difference, I knew it. But fear was a luxury I couldn’t afford. I took my favorite rope toy and tied a knot. โOn threeโ, I said, making sure all the dogs knew their role. The countdown began, reverberating in my ears, the whole world went in slow motion, and I felt an eternity pass when I finally heard the ‘three’.
Down I darted into the abyss, with just the hope of an innocent pup clinging to my rope toy to guide me through the dark. The gustatory preference for tomatoes and people food was nothing compared to the taste of the victory that lay ahead. And as I came up with the little pup spluttering and whimpering but alive nonetheless, I knew, I would always hate carrots. But nothing felt sweeter than the weight of a life saved. I, Walter, the Beagle, had emerged as the hero I knew myself to be.
The End.
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