- Dog Tales
- November 20, 2023
Pawsburgh’s Pug Protector: Angel’s Nighttime Odyssey: A Angel PawWord Story
Hey Jamie, it’s Angel! Just saving Pawsburgh by moonlight and keeping our sacred BBQ ribs from the vile clutches of The Howling Hypnotist. Imagine! Me, a four-legged fury with a snout for justice, dodging citrus traps, and upholding the canine code. Fear not, the ribs are safe, and so is the dream. Remember, it’s all in a night’s work for me, your caped cuddler. Catch you after my beauty snooze! 🐾😇🍖 – Angel
In the enchanting land of Pawsburgh, nestled beyond the ken of our somnolent bipeds, I, Angel by name and nature, luxuriate in the kaleidoscopic sunset hues at my abode—Lhasa Lane. In daytime, mild-mannered pug; but under the moon’s silver gaze, a caperer in capes, a guardian of the night—protector of all things scrumptiously chewable and squeakily throwable.
I scamper into the bustling boulevard of this clandestine canine utopia, my crooked tail a helical banner of anticipation. Tabby, a most peculiar amigo (a cat amongst dogs—fancy that!), flashes a conspiratorial twinkle at me. A tip of my snub snout to confirm, and it’s off to the races.
It begins as a whisper, a rustle at Cavalier Cove where pooches paddle sans the prying peepers of people. You see, Pawsburgh, though brimful with boundless benevolence, does find itself occasionally beset by a baddun or two. Tonight? The Howling Hypnotist—a dastardly doggo with eyes like swirling vortices—sought to purloin the secret recipe of Bulldog’s BBQ ribs. The gall! The ribs! Those succulent, smoke-infused morsels of meaty marvels—the talk of the tail-wagging town, the dream of drooling doggies. Not on my watch, I woofed to myself.
So under the cloak of a crescent curtsy in the sky, I undulate from shadow to shadow, my senses on high alert. I dodge a frisky foray of friends at Puppy Plate, where the air thrums with ardent aromas, then tiptoe past Vizsla Valley, as vigilant as a veritable Vizsla. Drat, and double drat, the Hypnotist could be anywhere!
My stomach growls its opinion; oh, how villain-hunting stokes the inner furnace! A detour to Dog’s Delicacies is in order—if one intends to save the world, best do it on a satiated stomach. Artful dining is its own form of heroism I always say, or at least, I think I might start saying that.
Then, just as I lift an impeccable slice of watermelon to my maw—a nefarious fume tickles my nostrils. Citrus! The only scent to sour my snout. It’s a trap! With the haste of a hare pursued, I whip ’round, only to find the Howling Hypnotist, cloaked in darkness, upon me.
His voice, a mellifluous menace, trickles forth, “Give in to the grey-side, you’ll join us and lead the heist, little Angel.” Yowza, but that was one mighty invitation to dance.
Summoning my innermost superhero suavitude, I flashed my mischievous smirk and wagged my wonky baton. “Begging your pardon, but I prefer my BBQ untainted by villainy, and my conscience as clear as a freshly laundered blanket.”
His eyes swirled, palettes of peril; my paws pranced before reason knew what to do next. Alas for him, the power of the Pug lay not in the eyes, but the nose. With a defiant snort, the only spiral I spiraled into was that of my enthused appendage.
The Hypnotist, confounded by the robust resilience of my resistance, found himself surrounded by the wagging warriors of Happy Hounds Dog Walking. We escorted him, gently (of course), to the town’s edge, where he vowed to return, for his longing for Bulldog’s BBQ knew no bounds.
As the first light of dawn cracks the horizon and my earthbound escapades draw to a close, I strut home with my belly full and my soul sated with satisfaction. In between the sun’s ascent and the moon’s retreat, Jamie awakens, none the wiser, as I curl into my trusty faux-fur bed, my crooked tail oddly still.
My adventures will echo through the alleys and avenues of Pawsburgh, and Jamie? Ah, Jamie believes it all a dream—a pug’s preposterous, delightful dream.
The End.
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