- Dog Tales
- September 29, 2023
Tank PawWord Story
“Sudsy chaos at The Groom Room, barked hello to robust Frisbee love at Fetch, vehemence dodged cucumber rain at Deli. South Poodle bliss with Lulu, interrupted by snail/baby turtle confusion. Everyday madcap in Spencerville, the dog’s life! Signed – Satan #Frisbeeaaholic #CucumberHater”
In the rollicking landscape of Spencerville where I continue my doggy existence, life’s a riot of hilarity. And why wouldn’t it be? Picture this: me, perfectly-coiffed Bulldog, at the prime canine salon – The Groom Room.
“Tank, try not to shake off the suds in everyone’s face,” chides Matilda, the head groomer, scuttling around in her waterproof apron. Oh, Matilda, you do try. It’s just that bath time assumes a different personality altogether – imagine a fur-infused tsunami. It’s part of my charm, really. Matilda sighs, smiling nonetheless, and I wade out, leaving a trail of soapy puddles and the faint smell of strawberries.
Next stop: Fetch! Toys and Treats. I must take a daily pilgrimage to this sacred playground for no particular reason – it feeds my spirit, satisfies my idiosyncratically Bulldog desire, or maybe..just maybe…there’s an allure to that rugged Frisbee that I can’t deny.
A slice of problem with this piece of paradise though – my sudden nemesis, the cucumber salad at The Fetching Deli. “Tank, it’s good for you,” insists Mayor Siamese, those feline eyes narrowed in a feline approximation of concern. Yeah, still not a fan of those emerald crunch demons.
From hearty steak and clandestine beer to cucumber? Oh boy, how the mighty fall. I barely dodge a tray of said vegetable assault dished out by Polly, that perky Pomeranian. But who can be grumpy at Polly?
After that greens skirmish, it’s time to wind down at South Poodle Pond. Ah, my aquatic haven. Then Lulu trots up, tiny legs a blur, bringing with her the scent of Fawn Cream Maltese Meadow. Today, she found a turtle – or was it an unusually large snail?
“Think we should train it to fetch, Tank?” she yips, tail wagging off a storm. I give her an indulgent look, “We could try but I don’t think snails are into fetch, kiddo”, drawing a giggled bark!
And thus, we soldier on, downright opera of errors spinning mirthful tales. Welcome to a day in the life of Tank, Old English Bulldog, in brindled glory, at home in shining Spencerville.
The End.
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