- Dog Tales
- November 1, 2023
Scout PawWord Story
“Hey Hooman! Your favourite vegan dog here, Scout. Been framed for toy theft I didn’t commit, then went SPD – Shelter Prison Dog. Had to dig my way to freedom. Now roaming the sands of Dalmatian Desert with my gang. Paws up, Scout – the Scooby who didn’t do it!”
As Scout would describe it, yesterday was unexceptionally ordinary. I had just curled up in my Warriors and Tractor’s Bed, adrift in the warm milieu of Pawsburg, my ears honing in on the merriment at Pupperoni Pizza and the evening gossip at The Canine Cafe. But then, without warning, the tranquillity snapped like the last piece of a puzzle suddenly being pushed into place.
A cacophony sounded, scrambling over the rooftops, its echo reverberating through our peaceful haven. It was as clear as it was horrendous: “ACCUSED: SCOUT THE VEGAN DOG, FOR THIEVING THE SQUEAKY DUCKS FROM SNOOTY SNOUT BOUTIQUE.”
Shock makes an understatement. I felt a lump forming in my throat, my great paws trembling under the weight of the accusation. Curses, it was a classic case of being doggy-framed, I suspect. Unthinkable. The absurdity made my blackened fur bristle. Alas, I found myself whisked away by the Pawsburg Patrol, heading towards the infamous Silver Siberian Shelter.
That is where you find me now, a once admired Blue Lacy now a misunderstood outlaw. Desperate times called for cunning measures. I pondered long on Winston’s favourite saying – “Every Dog house has a hole.” Freedom was not to just be sat on, it needed to be pawed.
Over the squalor of the misguided prisoners, the Howling Husky Hardware Store shined like a beacon, And with the help of Lady’s wit and some calculated distractions involving her unrivalled agility, snagging a shovel from the well-provisioned store became less of an impossible feat and more of an exciting escapade.
Together we dug. A pit. A path. A passage. The moon replaced the sun, casting its luminescent rays down upon us as we shrouded our excavation underneath a blanket of darkness. I won’t lie, there was fear; but fear wasn’t my master, rather an old acquaintance that occasionally caught up for tea.
Finally, breathless but exuberant, I found myself under the moonlit glow of Yellow Tan Dalmatian Desert, the scent of adventure that painted my dreams now a reality. With the silent testimony of the golden sands under my paws, I managed to sidestep the towering web of false accusations and escape into the wild heart of Pawsburg.
Free at last, trailed by my faithful companions, I left behind a blue bandana at the shelter’s gate, a testament to my innocence, my spirit, and Scout – the dog who could not be contained.
The End.
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