- Dog Tales
- October 25, 2023
Shrew PawWord Story
Hey mate, Shrew here! Been out in Pawsburg, dealing with diva-dogs, treacherous seagulls, and cheese kebabs. Rescued Momo from a feathery Armageddon, formed a pact to keep our city safe. PS: Still hate peas. Over and out, Shrew the Chiweenie Sleuth 🐾
It was a strange morning when I woke up beside my faithful rubber fish. I took a long sniff and sneezed into warmth. Sensing the absence of my human partner, I figured they had left for some functions only known to the two-legged hairless apes. The city of Pawsburg awaited me, love and disaster, all knotted together.
I dragged my faded tricolor coat out of Greyhound Grove, wagging through alleys and parks, passing Chihuahua Castle, where the loony lords of the canine underworld held secret meetings. The wind carried with it the glorious scent of Gouda from K9 Kebabs. I felt a thrill rise inside me, but all too soon, it was infiltrated by the unbearable, loathsome stink of peas. Revulsion filled every fiber of me. I despised peas, you understand.
Once in the city center, I met Max, the resident Golden Retriever philosopher. His deep gaze reflected the wisdom often attributed to his lineage. “Where’s Momo?” I barked, ears pricking up in anticipation. Max’s expression told me everything. The diva—Momo—was missing.
We broke into a run. Bulldog Bay couldn’t wait, it, with its sunny patches, treacherous undercurrents, and the terrors underneath. Power-struggles, mutts gone rogue, and chew toys stolen. It was like Pawsburg was staring down the chaos like the explosive end of a cheese kebab. But we had a Pomeranian to save.
We ran past the Pup-tastic Pizza, heard the laughter rising from The Pooch Playhouse, saw the workers busy inside The Wagging Tail Bookstore. We passed by Fetch! Toys and Treats, the newest toy shop in Pawsburg, its rainbow displays a pleasant sight in these heavy times. I wished for a second that I could stop by and check out their latest squeaky fish collection. I shook the thought away. Duty calls.
We found Momo near the bay, caught amidst the indignant seagulls, her royal coat ragged, eyes wide with fear. With Max’s gentlemanly diplomacy and my Chiweenie stubbornness, we managed to wreck through the disaster, a real canine apocalypse. Momo was saved, her fluffy spirit a little shaken but unbowed, her diva personality not even the least dimmed.
Once safe in the confines of Ruff-n-Ready, we shared a kebab, Momo frowning at her ruined fur but her tail wagging nonetheless. We made a pact that day that whatever may come upon Pawsburg, the trio would always be there. As long as the cheese didn’t run out, and as long as peas kept being the villain, our stories would march on. And, old rubber fish would always be there, faithfully flapping beside me.
The End.
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