- Dog Tales
- November 20, 2023
The Tail of Pawsburgh: When Dogs United and Rex Ran for Cover: A Ollie PawWord Story
Hey there! 🐾 Just wrapped up being the unlikely hero in a tail-chasing tale of Pawsburgh. Stood our ground at Golden Grub against Rex the tyrant with a squeaky toy and a motley crew of canine comrades. We kept our town’s spirit un-leashed and sent that villain tail-tucking away. Pawsburgh’s safe, my friend, and so is our right to the last chicken wing. Until the next adventure, keep your tail waggin’! 🐶🦴 – Ollie
In Pawsburgh, where every dog’s tale is worth its weight in Beggin’ Strips, a run-of-the-mill day is as rare as a cat at a fire hydrant convention. So, let’s dive tail-first into this day—a day when the sun rose with a yawn over Whippet Way, and I, Ollie, a mosaic of dog, got ready for the kind of adventure that puts the ‘fur’ in ‘furiously exciting.’
I remember thinking it was an ordinary morning; but then, in Pawsburgh, ‘ordinary’ is a word best reserved for describing dry kibble. There I was, with my ratty hedgehog toy in mouth, reveling in its squeaks and squawks. But the playtime was the calm before the proverbial storm, for peril loomed like a thundercloud over a picnic.
It all started when I met Max and Buddy for breakfast at Golden Grub, known for the kind of chicken that makes your tongue slap your brains out. As we were feasting, the air went cold, and the fur on our backs stood like sentries. In trotted Rex, a notorious villain with a heart as black as his well-groomed coat—a dog who’d sell his own collar for a sniff of power.
“Look lively, gents,” I told Max and Buddy, “Trouble’s walked in on four legs.”
“Ollie, you ridiculous poet,” Max beagle-barked, eyeing Rex. “Don’t embellish. It only encourages him.”
Rex ambled over, his canine lips curling into a sneer. “Well, look who’s feasting like they own the place! Care to share a piece of the action, boys?”
“We’re just here for a bite, Rex.” Buddy’s words were slow and deliberate like he was explaining quantum physics to someone who thought it had something to do with kites.
Rex, however, had plans bigger than his appetite. “I’m taking over Pawsburgh,” he declared, laying it out like he was talking about learning to sit. “And anyone who stands in my way will find themselves without a leg to stand—or sit—on.”
We exchanged looks, ours saying ‘Oh boy,’ and by the time the breakfast crowd caught wind, the whole diner buzzed with whispers and worried whimpers.
“Listen here, Rex,” I began, plush hedgehog still in my grip. “I’ll gnaw on this squeaky toy ’til doomsday before I let you rain on our parade.”
“Ha!” Rex barked. “You and what army, patchwork?”
I felt my heart do a two-step. “This one,” I said, my smirk as bold as the tabasco sauce Max was pouring over his eggs. The dogs of Pawsburgh, from Vizsla Valley to Pomeranian Park, spilled into the street.
It was a spectacle, let me tell you. Rex found himself hemmed in by a battalion of teeth-baring, tail-wagging, decision-making doghood. Nobody needed to speak; the stance said it for us—Pawsburgh wasn’t up for grabs.
“Flea-bitten fools,” Rex grumbled, but we saw the white flag in his eyes. With a frustrated growl and tail tucked, he backed out of the Grub, disappearing down an alley.
“We did it,” Max hooted as the diner erupted in barks and cheers fit to rattle the kibble out of your bowl.
Buddy simply nodded, sagely murmuring, “Pawsburgh is worth fighting for. Every bone, every fire hydrant.”
And so, the day sailed smoothly into history, the way a stick sails into a lake after a good throw. We saved our beloved Pawsburgh—not for renown or extra treats, but for that simple, unspoken dog-truth: We stick together, against the Rexes of the world.
That eve at Paw Pad Thai, the chicken was as succulent as victory, and my hedgehog squeaked a song of heroics. Pawsburgh remained the land of the free and the home of the brave, the loyal, the furry. And as I nestled into dreams of chasing limitless squirrels, I whispered a promise to my town: “I’ll ever be your guardian, through every woof and wag.”
The End.
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