- Dog Tales
- October 24, 2023
Baxter PawWord Story
Hey, it’s Little Man a.k.a Baxter here, reporting from Pawsburg after a night of twisted mystery! I’ve roamed across this canine haven, curling up with my favorite tales at The Wagging Tail Bookstore. But lately, something’s off – think a book falling on its own with a whiff of broccoli. Bit spooky for a tiny, one-eyed Chihuahua like me, don’t you think? But don’t worry, I’m back home, ready to solve another Pawsburg mystery after a good snooze. Catch up soon, Baxter.
Every dog knows Pawsburg’s secret. After the humans cast off into the arms of Morpheus or depart into the sun, dogs from all walks trot off to this utopia of canine joy. Name’s Baxter, a one-eyed Chihuahua.
You could say I’ve been around the block, passed the wide expanse of Lower Dalmatian Desert, climbed the freezing Lower Silver Siberian Summit, and watched sunsets from Shepherd Skyline; the sight’s to die for, really. But enough with the geography lesson. The very essence of my tale lies not in where I venture but what I find.
Last night, my mom, the human queen of my world, snored in dreamland. Hearth-bound, I tore away from the comforts of home and decided to investigate. We all have our favorite spots in Pawsburg. The foodies hit Paws On The Grill, The Barkery and Pooched Potatoes while the fashion conscious strut into Canine Couture Clothing. But for the literates like me, The Wagging Tail Bookstore keeps the stories flowing.
Now, you wouldn’t believe what happened next. Picture me, Baxter, curled up with lamb chop, my toy, the doleful moon casting long shadows outside, embarking on a cerebral journey when something peculiar happened. An unexplained phenomenon, if you may. The book, ‘The Hound of Baskervilles’, inexplicably fell right off the shelf.
I could barely believe my one good eye, but I swear to you, no one was near that shelf. Besides, it’s a Pomeranian-sized hassle for us shorties to reach up there.
Lowering my nose to pick up any suspicious scent, I was met with the unmistakable whiff of broccolis. The dread coursed through me like the awful sound of the devil’s own vacuum cleaner. Snow, rain, swimming, broccolis, all pale against the eerie feeling that crawled on my back. To make matters worse, that solitary dread overcame me as if loneliness itself decided to show up.
With my tail between my legs, I pitched back to home, knowing that my adventure was just beginning. Pawsburg was up for some dog-gone mysterious events, things that went bump in the night.
For now, I returned to Earth, my land, my home, the human world far from Pawsburg but entwined in its mystery. My heart thumped wildly as I rolled down the car window on the ride home, the hum of the engine calming me as I watched Pawsburg disappear into the distance. The deep affection for my humans prevailed as I drifted into a disturbed sleep, ready to face another day and another mystery. For lovers of Pawsburg like me, Baxter, every adventure is to be savored. But broccolis? That’s an X-File that’s yet to be closed.
The End.
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