- Dog Tales
- November 7, 2023
Little Bear PawWord Story
“Hey fam, Little Bear here! Had a pawsome day playing fetch & sniffing good BBQ till lettuce tried to crash the party. The cat gang’s mischief, no doubt! Solved the mystery with Charlie and saved our turf. Ended the day with a feast, now ready for dreamland. No lettuce, no problem! Stay bear-ific, Little Bear.”
Dawn broke over the Upper Black Bulldog Bay, a golden blanket that pulled itself over the sleeping Pawsburg, curling around the corners of Bark Burgers and Chow Down Chow Chow, before tickling the belly of the sprawling Dog-gone Good BBQ joint. As the town slowly shuttered awake, canine noses began twitching, whiskers quivering at the promise of another day filled with adventures and games of fetch. My name, dear reader, is Little Bear and I am your humble storyteller.
“Time for a frisbee session!” Charlie’s voice rang out across Upper Black Bulldog Bay, bouncing off the churning waters below and climbing the vast expanse of the hill that I, a nimble Australian Shepherd Toy, had claimed as my own. He was clutching my bright red frisbee, its hue a stark contrast against his golden coat.
Hungry as ever after an energetic bout of frisbee, I could smell the intoxicating wafting aromas of grilled chicken emanating from the Dog-gone Good BBQ. We wagged over there faster than you could say ‘fetch.’ Upon reaching, an adventure unfolded. I caught a glimpse of lettuce lurking in the chicken bowl, an abomination that could only be the doing of those pesky cat gang members. The audacity!
“A culinary catastrophe, Charlie! The cat gang infiltrated Dog-gone Good BBQ!” I tried to sound casual about it, remember, but there was a good chance I sounded closer to panic. Contrary to popular belief that dogs are hardy beasts, the sight of lettuce does something rather unfortunate to my equilibrium.
Charlie, ever the optimist, grinned widely at me, his tongue lolling out. “Nothing that a Detective Little Bear can’t solve!” he barked, his tail wagging in frenzied excitement. Before I could utter a protest, we were off on a cat gang lettuce hunt. Yes, you heard it right. A lettuce hunt that took us from the jubilant hills of Brown Boxer Beach to the depths of Bulldog Bay, even sneaking into Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store to gather clues.
The day wound down to a close with a triumphant feast at Bark Burgers where the only green was the neon sign. Tired but happy, Charlie and I assured the Chef that this disaster would not be repeated under our watch.
As the sun set over Pawsburg and the stars twinkled, Charlie and I, tail to tail, looked over the twinkle of the town. It was not just our home, but our adventureland, from the quiet hills to the bustling beaches. Ah, what a day, another in the busy life of the Little Bear, received with a smile, a shiver, a savory sniff, and not a shred of lettuce!
The End.
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