- Dog Tales
- November 20, 2023
Bones and Bites: A Tail-Wagger’s Paradise: A Boomer PawWord Story
Hey bud, just wrapped up my nightly summit at The Pawfect Training Center – a little cloak and waggle with the feline faction over Butcher’s Thursday treats. Negotiations smoother than a pup’s belly. I’ve got Ruby Rottweiler Ridge in the bag & we’re splitting the Puppy Plate spoils. It’s official: I’m not just any hound, I’m the king of this canine castle. 🐾👑 Boomer
The sun had just begun to shy away behind Whippet Way when it hit me—I had a bone to pick with the mongrels that had been sniffing around Ruby Rottweiler Ridge. There I was, Boomer, the Red Heeler with a sleek coat that could outshine the top dog at any show. I mean, the sort of fur that holds stories and secrets, like the subtle soufflé scent from the baker’s hands that raised me.
I tell ya, it’s not easy being the top tail in Pawsburgh, especially when you’ve got a snout for adventure and a penchant for porch-sitting sunrise admiration. But with four paws planted firmly on the ground, and that baker’s aroma as my cape, I trotted down the cobblestone streets, with an air of determination.
Now, you remember the tennis ball, don’t ya? That tattered sphere of joy? It was in my mouth as I made my way to the infamous Doggy Depot for some reconnaissance. Mornings are for lounging, afternoons for frisbee chasing—but nights? Nights are for the art of delicate negotiations.
Through the squeaky door of The Pawfect Training Center, I waltzed—tennis ball still in tow—to what they thought was a casual catch-up. But this ol’ hound knew better; casual in Pawsburgh is as rare as a cat in a kennel. “Evenin’ folks,” I woofed, my tails syncopated wag causing a stir, “We need to talk bones about the state of our streets.”
Ah, The Doggy Depot where the air smelt like loyalty and leather collars. It’s there that I met the sweet echo of a challenge. The kitty capo, whiskers twitching as she mused over my proposition. Siamese, was she? You bet. But fierce as a pack of wild Bloodhounds at Bloodhound Bluffs.
“You want control over the Butcher’s Thursday treats, eh, Boomer?” She’d remembered – the chicken tidbits, our savory secret.
Ah, and there it was. The meat of the matter. Control, dear friends, is like a well-groomed coat. It’s all about appearance. Maneuver like you’ve got the juiciest bone in the yard, and the whole town watches with envy. But falter? Show a single sign of that citrus distaste? You’d have laughing hounds licking their chops at your expense.
“We need order,” I murmured between tosses of my trusty ball, “Rules that keep tails wagging and the peace unbroken.”
Now, don’t think me a brute. There was family life to balance here, a legacy to uphold. Every dawn from my porch, I gazed at the world being painted anew, pondering how to keep my Pawsburgh famiglia safe from more than just the cold snoot of reality.
Negotiations went smoother than a Beagle Bagel slathered in cream cheese. Like Tina Fey hosting a charity gala, I was all charm and smarts, cracking wise and wheeling deals with nary a hiccup – save for the musty air of the speakeasy, a scent that muddled my thoughts.
By the time the moon hung high, like the perfect curve of a Woof Waffle, the kitty capo saw reason. “Alright, Boomer. You run Ruby Rottweiler Ridge, and we split the spoils from Puppy Plate. It’s a dog’s world, after all.”
Morning would bring with it whispers about that Heeler, the one who barked soft but carried a big bite. They’d talk about how Boomer, with his tenacity and his tattered tennis ball, rustled the Pawsburgh underbelly with a careful nudge of his nose.
But that’s a tale for another day. When the sun kisses the sky hello, and I’m back on my porch, just a dog and his sunrise, kingship resting as easy as my head on a pillow of the baker’s dough. That’s the life, my friend, in this tail-wagger’s paradise.
The End.
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