- Dog Tales
- November 1, 2023
Wynter PawWord Story
Hey, it’s Wynter the Wonderdog. Use your imagination on these though: snuck out, challenged by bullies at a game, ended up victorious. Celebrated at Pancake place with a prank zucchini from Pepper. Life lesson: always ready for a chase, even if it tastes of unwanted veggies. Woof woof!
As I tiptoed through Pawsburg all the way to Shih Tzu Stadium after my family tucked themselves into their respective sleeping dens, I could sense an extra vigour in the air, hints of adventure carried along with the warm night breeze. My close friend, Pepper, bounded towards me, yipping excitedly.
“Well, Wynter,” he said, puffing out his chest with comically misguided pride, “I have rather a surprise for you. We’ve been challenged to a game of Catch by the Bull Dog Bullys!”
I tilted my head, considering the proposition. “And you told them yes?” I asked, trying to figure out whether this was a caper we could see to its end.
“Of course!” Pepper proclaimed. Then, suddenly a little unsure, he blinked his large eyes at me. “Well, I thought it would be fun! You know how you love a good chase.”
With a roll of my eyes and a wag of my tail, I gave in. “Come then, let’s pit wit against barking muscle!”
The game was an exhilarating whirlwind of sprints and near-miss catches. My team’s triumphant win brought us rumbles of applause echoing around the Stadium, punctuated by the questionable yet enthusiastic howls of Riley the Rottweiler.
“Now, to celebrate our victory!” I announced, leading the gleeful bunch down the cobblestones towards Pawsome Pancakes, the sweet scent of cooking batter wafting up to join the night.
As I lapped up my pancake, slathered liberally in peanut butter (my most cherished treat, mind you), Pepper slid across a plate. “Try this, Wynter,” he said with a near-unnerving grin.
My taste buds recoiled at the scent before the monstrosity even touched my tongue. “Zucchini!” I spluttered, “Pepper, my dear, we’ve known each other for a time now, and you’re terribly aware of my distaste for the dreaded vegetable. Are you attempting to punish me for winning us the game?”
He chuckled, “Forgive me, Wynter. Think of it as a lesson in character-building.”
I huffed, yet I had to admit, for all of Pepper’s pranks, there was a certain charm to the night’s proceedings in Pawsburg. After all, we are but tales of our misadventures, shared over pancakes on a moonlit night. What could be more perfect?
Life’s about taking every squeaky duck and tennis ball it slings at you, and turning it into a good chase. Even if sometimes, it’s Zucchini-flavoured.
The End.
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