- Dog Tales
- November 25, 2023
Beneath the Bark: A Morkie’s Misadventure in West Pet World: A Monkey PawWord Story
Hey, it’s Monkey 🐒🐶. My tail’s been waggin’ in a world built for human eyes, where pooch plots are more than they seem. Found myself on a sniff quest at Beagle Bagels and stumbled into a secret show—us, the four-legged stars. Pawsburg may be our stage, but who’s really in control? More yaps when I see ya! 🐾🎭✨ #DogWithATale
In Pawsburg, under the shade of sprawling oaks, I, Monkey, the esteemed Morkie raconteur, recount the tale of an escapade most peculiar that befell me just a fortnight past. As the amber sun dipped beyond the horizon of Ruby Rottweiler Ridge, I found myself drawn, as if by an invisible leash, towards the neon lights of Beagle Bagels, an establishment held in high regard amongst my kin for its culinary prowess. There I was, you see, a canine of simple tastes about to be rapt in a story of artificial conjurations and canine capers.
Whispers had been chasing their tails ’round town about a secretive realm crafted solely for the amusement of those lofty beings we call humans – a West Pet World, if you will. I’d heard tales at Mutt Munchies, overheard banter at Happy Hounds Dog Walking, but thought them no more than the stuff of bedtime stories to quell the howl of a pup. Little did I know, my snooping snout was about to lead me into the thick of it.
Just inside Beagle Bagels – a bistro of scrumptious stacks and divine smells – Baxter was already there. An odd thing, since his appetite for carbs was notoriously absent, unless you counted the gnawing of day-old bread like a chew toy. “Monkey,” he said, with a drool-heavy grin. “Ever wondered where these gastronomic masterpieces come from, the strings behind the stage, so to speak?”
“Can’t say it’s kept me up barking, old chum,” I replied, my eyes betwixt him and my yearned-for chicken delight.
“It’s not about the food, it’s about the world behind this one. The unseen chewers and tasters, the human architects dabbling in our doggy domain.” He spoke cryptically, but his enticement was as tempting as a well-thrown ball.
Intrigued, I followed Baxter’s bulky waddle out the door. As the coolness of the night licked at my fur, we sneaked away from the familiar streets and towards the outskirts where the facade of Pawsburg fell away, revealing a landscape too mechanical, too pristine to be of dog design.
The stars above winked out as though a celestial pup had dutifully licked them clean from the night sky, and there it was before us, a laboratory of sorts, with machines like I had never beheld. Treadmills resembling Malamute Mountain trails and mechanical hands tossing endless frisbees. It was West Pet World incarnate.
“Unbelievable,” I muttered. Lola darted past, ever the sassy spaniel, in endless pursuit of a frisbee with a flight pattern too perfect, knowing full well that all was not what it seemed, but playing the game just the same.
“Monkey,” said Baxter, his jowls trembling with the weight of his revelation. “This is where they come to watch us, to pull the strings on our Pawsburg pantomime.”
“But why construct such a charade when the marrow of life is in the chase, in the wild zigzag run through Whispering Willows Park?” I questioned.
“For their entertainment, Monkey,” Baxter sighed. “We’re the stars of their show.”
We watched, Baxter and I, as phantom humans flitted behind glass like ghastly fish in a bowl. Lola continued chasing, I continued marveling, and Baxter continued speaking of how we might use this knowledge to our advantage.
As dawn painted pastel strokes on the sky, I returned to the warmth of my human-owned hearth. Were my adventures mere puppetry for human diversion, or could we, the canine citizens of Pawsburg, be the true masters of our tales?
Nevertheless, within the woven whimsy of West Pet World, I remain Monkey – master of mirth, teller of tales, and undeniably, a dog with stories worth a bark.
The End.
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