- Dog Tales
- November 24, 2023
Pawsburgh: Tales of Oliver the Corgidor, Conquering Canine Paradise and Chasing Dreams: A Oliver PawWord Story
Hey there! Just wanted to give you a tail-wagging update: I think I’m mastering Pawsburgh one paw at a time. Therapy with Miss Chow went well (considering my carrot conundrum), almost caught Bella in our daily jest, and even got a snazzy portrait at Best in Show. Each day’s a step closer to being the best boy I can be! Till the next adventure under the stars. 🐾
– Ollie Wollie
Oh, I remember when it hit me—like a frisbee to the snout—that Pawsburgh wasn’t just another dream fetched from the sleepy corners of my imagination. It was real. As real as the white dash on my chest—a shock of a badge I wear with a wagging pride. There I was one morning, flopping onto the couch after a goodnight’s lullaby from the Johnsons, and poof! A whiff of the unseen and a leap into the great unknown. Pawsburgh. And nothing was ever the same again.
But let’s not dilly dally on how I got here. That’s a mystery stuffed in a chew toy that’s a touch too robust for my canines to split. Let’s gab about my eternal quest to be the good boy. Oh, and a good boy I was on Earth – I had all the ear scratches to prove it, but Pawsburgh, this is the real test.
Setter Shore was buzzing this fine morning, the sea frothy like a spilled cappuccino, and I, Oliver, was ready to conquer another day in this canine paradise. But not before I nosed my way into The Canine Cafe. Down the road, the wind carried whimsical aromas from Golden Grub, but I veered left. I always do. The Canine Cafe brews the snappiest bacon espresso, and don’t get me started on their pupcakes—an utter delight!
I wolfed down my breakfast with the charming haste of a dog who’s got places to be. Max the Beagle might have had plans that didn’t reach beyond the reassuring comfort of his seventh nap of the day, but I? I had a schedule! How else would one get to be a better version of one’s already quite delightful self?
There was Rottweiler’s Ribs, tempting me with whispered promises of chewy treats, but nope. Today was not about the ribs. It was therapy day at The Tail Wagger’s Tailor with Miss Chow, an insightful Pomeranian with a knack for sniffing out your innermost flusters. I had issues with carrots to discuss—dreadful, unwelcome crunchiness. Could I ever come to terms with them? A wag-worthy challenge indeed!
After our session, (and yes, some progress was made—a nibble on a carrot stick was agreed upon as a start), I pranced onwards. My tail was my comet’s tail, streaking through the elemental town square as Max, still in his dreams, perhaps caught phantom frisbees in his sleep.
By the Jade Jack Russell Junction, I collided with Bella. And collision—it’s the feline way of saying hello, isn’t it? “Bella,” I remarked, “we ought to resume our chase. You’ve evaded me for too long.”
“Darling,” she purred, twirling around me until her stripes felt like bars I couldn’t escape, “chasing me is a plot twist even Pawsburgh hasn’t yet written.”
It felt like a scene straight out of a Nora Ephron flick, the cat and the dog in their dance of delightful defiance. Would I ever catch her? Not important. To savor the pursuit—that’s the marrow of the matter. And improve I must. Pursue I shall.
Post-purr encounter, I sauntered to Best in Show Photography. A portrait! To capture today’s nuance of self-improvement. With a well-practiced pose and a tennis ball—the ball that knows my earthbound twilights—I flourished under the clicky gaze of the camera. And then, as the snapshot of today embraced the endearing promise of tomorrow, I knew I was inching ever closer to the ethereal hydrant in the sky. Not just a good boy. A better boy.
Now, with the stars beginning to wink high above, I’d yarn together the exploits of my day, crafting whispers to enchant the Johnsons under the celestial cloak of dreams. Oliver the Corgidor: a golden tale in the chapter of Pawsburgh. And so, as their loyal guardian, I returned to Earth, my spirit as full as the moon, my tail a banner of bliss in the night.
The End.
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