- Dog Tales
- November 7, 2023
Farkle PawWord Story
Hey there,
It’s your four-legged buddy, Farkle! Had quite the adventure today, lost Favorite Red Bone for a bit had a bit of a scare. No worries though, topside companion helped find it by the moonlight. Regular day in Pawsburg!
See ya, Fark-ster!
The first rays of the morning sun poured on the west-facing window of my living room. True to nature, I stirred, still fuzzy from the warm cocoon of sleep. I glanced at my beloved Farkle, sprawled out on his patchwork quilt, twitching as he dreamt whatever dogs dream about. I chuckled, the sound echoing hollow in the silence of our home. As one of Susan’s closest friends and Farkle’s favorite human next to her, I spent my time looking after him, and today was no different.
I gulped down my cup of coffee before pulling open the front door. Farkle was already up and at it, free from the confines of our sleepy house, his tail wagging in joyous greeting.
“Morning, champ,” I murmured, ruffling his charcoal and sandy hair. He yipped in reply, leaning into my hand before trotting down the stairs and disappearing into the maze of houses and trees.
Hours later, the first tinge of worry crept into my mind. Farkle wasn’t back, and that was unusual. He wasn’t one to wander off for long, not unless he was headed to Pawsburg, the place of clandestine canine gatherings. I recalled mention of it in Susan’s stories, a hidden utopia where Farkle often found solace with his pals, Tippy and Snowflake.
Taking a deep breath, I ventured out into the evening, the murmur of Doggy Donuts and Fur Taco’s diners wafting in the air from Pawsburg. Turning towards the tantalizing aroma of grilled salmon from Paws on The Grill, I stopped. There sat Farkle, alone and unusually quiet.
“Hey, buddy. You alright?” I asked, squinting at the usually exuberant creature. His usually warm eyes held a certain somberness, a sadness.
Looking closer, I noticed a distinct lack of Farkle’s signature chew toy—his bright red rubber bone. I frowned. It was unlike Farkle to be anywhere without it. Except… It hit me then. Earlier, at the Silvery Serenity Pond, I thought I saw Farkle dig up something. Maybe, just maybe, he’d buried it there?
With Farkle in tow, I returned to his favorite haunt. By the moonlight, I saw a small mound of disturbed earth. Kneeling down, I began to dig.
A twosome of minutes and a half dozen hearty scratches later, my hand hit upon the chewy remains of Farkle’s beloved toy. Pulling it out, I held it in the moonlight, Farkle’s eyes immediately locked onto it. His tail began wagging at the familiar sight, and he nosed at it, whining in a relieved sort of way.
“Lost it, did you?” I asked, scratching him behind the ears. Farkle looked up at me, eyes gleaming with unshed relief before enthusiastically lapping at my face.
Chuckling, I looked at the moonlit sky and promised myself more sleep, a promise I promptly broke the next day. After all, who could resist the adventures and mysteries in Pawsburg, with my buddy Farkle by my side?
The End.
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