Hey there! Charlie Marlie here, Pawsburg’s resident night-hero and donut connoisseur. I led the mutts, rallied the town, scampered through White Westie Woods and used my bark to scare off the bulldozers threatening Black Bulldog Bay. Banding together, us dogs showed ’em humans we’re more than just chew toys. So, if the moon is out and Pawsburg is in need, just remember, I’ll be there barking at the moon. Woof and out!
– Charlie “Barking Knight” Marlie

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Ah, there you are! Grab yourself a fluffy pillow, and hunker down. This tail – I mean, tale – needs your full attention. Don’t let my wagging tail distract you; we’ve got some serious business to tackle.

Having been an ordinary resident of Pawsburg for the longest time, Charlie Marlie was definitely an advocate for ‘fun’. The moment the sun would dip its grandeur behind Shepherd Skyline, off I’d dash, with my shimmering auburn coat visible to the naked eye, to the town that was the canine equivalent of a canine Las Vegas. Or even better!

One ordinary Tuesday, or was it Monday? No matter. The ‘fetch’ of the day was growlingly delectable. As I savored my, quite impressive if I say so myself, Doggy Donut at The Fetching Deli, a news snippet caught my attention. Black Bulldog Bay? Under threat? Paws no! This was where we pups would cool off. It was our Switzerland! A chill visibly coursed down my spine.

As every dog gone eye focused on me, I coughed – or was it a bark? Nevertheless, it was a signal! I ordered another round of Pup-Tizers and then rose from my barkalounger to address the anxious crowd. Yes, I was going to save Black Bulldog Bay from being turned into a Fish Food Factory – everyone knows fish is a dog’s last choice for a wag-worthy meal.

“Listen up, you marvelous mutts!” I said. ” This is totally bone-chilling news! And mark my words, not on my watch! “, Radically rallying them all up. My pals, Muffin and Luna, standing by my side, tails held high, while Toby scampered circles around us, to the amusement of our furry audience.

Across the Eastern White Westie Woods, we trifled through the tangles of the wilderness, with my red bouncy ball leading the path. Hey! Extraordinary dogs need extraordinary tools, right?

On the eve of a week from that day, or was it a fortnight? Again, doesn’t matter. The dramatic showdown was about to take place. As the villainous bulldozers bore down upon us, with no remorse for our Bay, we stared them straight down. All I could summon was, “Humans think they’re all chew toys and belly rubs. But we’re the real dogs here! About time we stood up!”

Well, as it turns out, extraordinary dogs do have extraordinary powers. Mine? I barked the loudest bark that ever barked that day. “Listen you steel monsters, I’ve fetched objects harder than you!” The ground shook, the bulldozers paused and then, backtrack they did, leaving our Black Bulldog Bay intact.

And thus, Charlie Marlie, the fun-loving, donut-chomping, bark-commanding superdog saved the day. Woof, if I do say so myself, it was a tail for the ages. From then on, everyone knew that when the moon was at its peak over Shepherd Skyline, and if Pawsburg needed saving, I’d be there, barking at the moon!

The End.

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