- Dog Tales
- November 5, 2023
Roscoe Lonestar PawWord Story
Hey Ma, it’s Squishface! Life in Spencerville’s as crazy as ever. Found myself in a bike club of ghost dogs, defending against a veggie riot (yes, those I hate). Rode through rain, rebelled against rebellious peas, all led by a tabby cat. Even the afterlife can’t dull my adventures. Love, Roscoe.
Life in Spencerville, the loadstone for all creatures fallen yet not forgotten, has always been an experience of two worlds—divided by mortality but chained together with a bond that death could not tear asunder. I am Roscoe Lonestar, your trusty dispatcher from this side of eternity, reporting from under the eternal sun of Collie Canyon, where the indomitable spirit of doghood proliferates.
On a day like any other, my crew and I were gathered at the council table in our favorite haunt, the rugged Paws On The Grill—a joint known far and wide for a cuisine that would make any tail wag with delight. Now, we were no band of mongrels. We were a motorcycle club, thundering through the wide lanes of Spencerville, united by an unspoken rule of protecting what we held dear. I relished the grilled chicken, letting the aroma fill my snout before chomping down on the succulent flesh.
The day took an unexpected turn when the tabby from next door marched in, her fiery eyes showing a determination born of desperation. The peace was compromised, and the threat she described was foreign—rain. It fell like a perpetual gloomy mist, a spatial anathema for me. And in a funny twist, it was creating a muddy situation of uprising amongst the vegetable crops in Westie Woods. Peas, carrots, all were up in arms, a veritable vegetative anarchy. It was clear that it was us versus them.
The very next day, we revved up our engines, the assortment of sturdy bikes rumbling, echoing our spirit. We rode through the sporadic drizzle, splatters of cold rain darting uncomfortably against my fur. The alliance with Tabby was unsteady but necessary as we ventured to face our foes.
Standing against the ominous shadows of Chihuahua Castle, we saw them—a defiant crop of vegetables, green and fresh, ready for a fight. It was a scene right out of a nightmare. As the rain drummed down, tension spiked. It was me, a stout Bulldog, versus my mortal enemies; vegetables.
Anarchy reigned as the battle began. Things I loved and things I dreaded were all tangled in this strange spacetime of Spencerville. But as the saying goes, “things always get better after a storm,” even for your old friend, Roscoe Lonestar—an English Bulldog, a canine companion, a defender of Spencerville, and a dog who hated rain and vegetables. It’s chaos, and it’s funny; it’s doghood in the afterlife — it’s Spencerville!
The End.
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