- Dog Tales
- November 2, 2023
Curley PawWord Story
“Hey Fam! Remember Curley, the local hero who’s not too keen on tomatoes? Ended up in the kennel accused of eating ’em (crazy, right?). Good news though – outsmarted the guards, teamed up with Puddlez and whistle-tailed it straight outta there. Now, he’s back home – the stuff of legends! Cheers, Curley the Escape Artist 😉️”
There we were, in our own slice of paradise, Spencerville, where the grass is always greener on every side, a domain unscathed by the mortal coil.
Curley was the unchallenged local celebrity in those parts – you couldn’t walk two steps without hearing his name or seeing his shaggy mane of grey and black rippling against the cool Spencerville breeze. Every glance at him confirmed he was still as handsome and energetic as the day he rolled in. He’s the kind of lad whose spirit is too large for a mere canine stature, sustaining a level of vivacity that made some question if his puppyhood ever expired.
I remember that morning, the sun lazily painting the horizon as he joyfully bounded off towards Western Labradoodle Lake with his trusted companion Puddlez. They were attached to the hip, both bound by an invisible string of friendship and a shared aversion to vacuums and solitary time.
Curley’s day took a strange turn when we arrived at Bone Appetit for a late brunch, his favorite treat of steak and crispy apples awaited him. Yet, in a bizarre turn of events, Curley got accused of something unthinkable. Henry – the always frowning uncrowned villain of Spencerville – accused Curley of devouring his favorite tomato garden. Good lord, tomatoes? We laughed it off at first. Curley’d rather play racquetball on Western Husky Hill until eternity than to sniff a tomato disdainfully.
In a crazy twist, Curley was found guilty by an out-of-town judge who didn’t know Curley from a flea’s rear end. And in the blink of an eye, our local hero was wrongfully incarcerated in the dreaded animal shelter.
The following days weren’t the same. The placid lake mirrored our sullen faces, the park seemed quiet, and the aroma of ‘Pupperoni Pizza’ couldn’t lift our spirits. Curley didn’t belong there, and Spencerville was not the same without the echoing laughter of his playful barks.
But then came the day when the underdog became the top dog.
Curley was cunning — knew no bounds or kennels could hold him. After days of careful planning and utilizing that powerful nose of his to sense the guards’ routines, the perfect day arrived for his breathtaking escape. Aided by the ever-faithful Puddlez, their calculated bust saw them wind through Upper Collie Canyon, causing a ruckus at The Dapper Dog Salon, and finding refuge within The Doggie Daycare before their safe return home.
Oh, how Spencerville leaped with joy when Curley broke free from the shackles of that damned place and returned to his rightful place. His triumphant return not only restored his reputation but reinstilled the soul of Spencerville. From there on, he wasn’t just Curley, the local celebrity; he was Curley, the brave escape artist, still sniffing out adventures, but forever wary of plots and tomatoes.
The End.
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