- Dog Tales
- November 17, 2023
Pawsburgh Heroes: The Tailwaggers Take on the Cat’s Whiskers: A Bummah PawWord Story
Hey hooman! Your pal Bummah here, a.k.a. the two-wheeled wit of Pawsburgh. Just saved our tail-waggin’ town with a rubber chicken and some dogged determination. Motorcycle mischief and a howlin’ good time keeping those Cat’s Whiskers clowns off our turf. Paws and reflect on that! 🐾 Keep those peas away though, victory’s sweet enough. Woofs and wags, Bummah 🐶💨
So, there I was – Bummah – lounging on the lush greenery of Jenkins Park, indulging in a reverie of delightful doggy daydreams when Rufus buzzed by, howling over the gusts, “Bummah! Meeting at the den, ASAP! It’s going down!”
In our world of Pawsburgh, the den wasn’t just any old spot. It was headquarters to the most notorious motorcycle club on four paws: The Tailwaggers, guardians of canine-kind, defenders of our freedom to sniff and dig wherever the scent took us. And let’s face it, still pretty fetching when kitted out in our leather pup-jackets and those tiny, albeit impractical, helmets.
“Getting by without opposable thumbs isn’t easy, but you’d be surprised at how well a tail works as a kickstand,” I’d joke with Daisy, who rolled her marble-like eyes, pretending not to adore my wit.
I trotted over, evading Scamp, who had this insane idea we were born to be his chew toys. The rendezvous was in the infamous Shiba Inlet, a place where the bark of waves was more calming than the sight of a full food bowl. All my pals were there, stirring with anticipation, as Rufus – looking more Beagle Boss than Beagle Boy – pawed the air for silence.
“Alright, pack,” he began, “We’ve got a sitch. The Cat’s Whiskers gang is creeping our turf. They’ve already been spotted by Barker’s Bakery, and I’m not ready to face a shortage of those drool-invoking bones.”
A collective growl rippled through the group.
“And we all know they won’t paws there!” he continued. The pun was intentional, and we loved him for it.
I piped up, “So, what’s the plan? A good ol’ fashioned bark-off?”
The crew laughed. I mean, I’m no Mindy Kaling, but I live for making my buddies crack a smile through the growls.
Daisy, always the graceful enforcer, chimed in, “More like a stealth operation. We ride at dusk to Dachshund Dale, cut them off before they swipe the secret recipe for Pawprint Pizzeria’s meat-lover’s delight.”
Everyone nodded, but not me. I had another idea, one involving my favorite chew toy, the squeaky menace to peace and quiet, aka my rubber chicken. It would be our Trojan horse, or Trojan chicken in this case.
“With this,” I exclaimed, holding up my prized toy, “I bet we could distract those cat burglars long enough for Rufus to secure the bakery.”
You see, while I may not fancy a pea, I do love an underdog story. And in Pawsburgh, we’re all underdogs, or underpits in my case.
As the sky turned to a mishmash of purples and oranges, like a bruised banana (which, by the way, is another food no-no for me), we mounted our bikes. The clatter of our claw-kickstands echoed through the town as we roared past each whimsically named spot. Past Doggie Diner, where we rè-fueled on the go, and The Barking Boutique, where Daisy sometimes dragged me to browse the latest in couture collars. We were a fearsome fleet, smelling of leather, loyalty, and a hint of that boiled chicken goodness.
We reached our destination, and I swung into action. The cat gang, enamored by the squeak of impending doom, scattered after my chicken like it was the last bag of treats on Earth. Rufus made the bakery his territory, while Scamp made sure our tail lights were the last thing those sneaky felines saw.
Back at the den, victory tasted like an unusually festive bowl of kibble.
“Peas?” I scoffed as Rufus jokingly offered me a green garnish. “Our operation was smooth, but don’t push it.”
And so, thanks to a little ingenuity, the bonds of friendship, and a splendid refusal to eat peas, we dogs of Pawsburgh rode out the storm, lived to wag our tales, and – you better believe it – protected the flavor of our town.
The End.
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