Hey Fam! Had an eventful night as guardian of Pawsburg – stopped some sneaky collies from a boutique heist. All in a day’s work for this Doodle! Love and woofs, Badu 🐾

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Buddyjac laid back on the sofa in Pawsburg’s City Hall, one paw lazily thrown over his beloved crinkly orange squeaky toy, and both eyes transfixed on the town’s digital view screen. His other paw, as muscular and grand as Pawsburg’s city walls, adjusted the Bone Appetit takeaway carton to a more comfortable side of the table. He chewed at the Milk bone all while keeping the town’s security feed in check.

“That’s it? Cavaliers on a joyride again at Bulldog Bay, the Labradors partying at Chihuahua Castle?” He yawned, “Man, what’s with this town!” He stretched out languorously, before noting another flicker on the screen. A gang of Border collies attempted a sly heist at The Snooty Snout Boutique. Buddyjac leapt up, his heart pounding with adrenaline. “And that’s more like it,” he quipped. “Finally a chase.” Duty called, and Buddyjac was ready. His adventure was about to begin.

Dashing out into the cobblestoned streets of Pawsburg, he navigated his way through the bustling town under the silver glow of the moon. As he bounded towards the boutique, all he could smell was his favorite Furrific Fried Chicken, wafting in the air from the restaurant down the street. He shook his head. “Focus, Buddy,” he reminded himself.

As he neared The Snooty Snout Boutique, the mischievous collies were a sight for sore eyes: piles of couture clothing, unleashed and untagged. Supposed to be a covert operation, the heaps of toppled chew toys gave them away. He followed the rogue scents and the muffled bark-laughs. Payback, he thought, teeth baring in a canine smile.

Howling his arrival, he pounced into the boutique, muzzle wriggling, eyes alert. Giggles changed into gasps; the collies froze, caught in action. His entrance was the stuff of legends. Witnesses would have claimed the moonlight streamed and shone through his fluff rather grandly. Not that he had any witnesses per se, the security cams didn’t count now, did they?

A swift deduction and what you may call a keen nose for sniffing chaos, and the crime scene was wrapped up. He left the boutique, a victorious whistle on his lips as he marched back through the moonlit lanes of Pawsburg. Not one to toot his own horn, but he knew tales of his overnight heroics would soon be the talk at The Pawfect Training Centre.

By sunrise, he’d made it back to his world, back home. His familia, though clueless of his late-night soirees, was always ready with cuddles. His mom yawned, her voice laced with sleep. “Buddy, you’re the best thing to ever happen to us,” she cooed.

As the first morning light kissed his fur, Buddyjac curled up with that tender loving voice echoing in his heart. His adventure ended as it started, with a lazy lounge on a very comfortable sofa, one paw over his crinkly toy, and a family who adored him like none other. His day, from Pawsburg to people world, had been nothing short of an enthusiastic tale.

He thought with a smile, “I guess, that’s just a day in the life of Buddyjac, the Doodle guardian of Pawsburg!”

The End.

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