Roberto Gordon Gau – we called him Gordon PawWord Story – PawWord

“Hey familia! Been living it large in Spencerville! Days full of sunshine, adventures, and the occasional pest chase. Not too keen on the waves but the warm turf, top-notch. Dining out’s alright, but honestly, nothing beats a good ol’ chicken or liver. Life’s good here! Tail wag, Gordon aka your Chicken Nugget 🐶”

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Well there, you got a minute to spare? Have I got a yarn to spin! It’s about my amigo, Gordon, though I reckon he prefers to be called Roberto Gordon Gau. Now, before we go any further, remember that ol’ Spencerville charm, where our furry friends languish in a lavish afterlife.

Gordon, ah, what a beagle! Sporting that magnificent tri-colored coat, he’d often catch your gaze with a spark of silent rambunctious humor in his eyes. Pushing fifteen inches and a robust twenty-eight pounds, his black saddle, white chest and ticking of light brown set him apart from the usual crowd.

Who now then remembers his last residence? Cede, Lexi, Abby, Emma, Quincy, and him, all assembled around the glorious Red Beagle Beach. Each with yips, yaps, and tall tales a-flowing. Swimming? Sure wasn’t his cup of joe! Fancy be agitating his paws in the waves. Bless him! Preferred his turf warm and dry.

Ah, you wanna know about Gordon’s day? His activities were as diverse as the colors on his coat. From the laid-back pauses soaking up the sun to the more adventurous seeking out odd insects with a wag of his tail. A nap never too far from the roster. The pink hedgehog toy? Near inseparable from our Gordon.

Spencerville isn’t just about fun y’know, we got chores here too. Remember all the restaurants? Waggle n’ Wok, Bark ‘n’ Roll, Doggy Donuts, not to mention the tempting shops like Woof and Whisker Wellness Center. Gordon would drag his tail around, reluctantly accepting the bustling life around him. Strawberries? They held no appeal for our Gordon. Now chicken, bananas, or liver we’re a different matter altogether, bring out a happy gleam in Gordon’s eyes.

Well, I reckon I’ve spun quite a yarn already. Kinda warming up to the idea, aren’t ya? Now, ‘member, this ain’t no ordinary tale. It’s about my buddy, my comrade, my friend, Gordon, living it up in Spencerville. All we gotta do is wait for our reunion. That’s a promise from the heart, amigo. So here’s to you, Gordon, till we meet under that sunset.

The End.