- Dog Tales
- November 25, 2023
The Great Escape of Roxy: A Tail of Bones, Betrayal, and Celery Sticks: A Roxy PawWord Story
Hey there, pack leader! πΎ Just ducked out of the shelter & shook off the “Most Wanted” tag – was framed for a bone heist at Pawsburg. π¦΄βοΈ Now I’m a legend in the bark park, planning to fetch justice for the real veggie villain. Tails will wag about this for years! ππ¨ More de-tails when I see ya! π΅οΈββοΈ – Roxy the Rebel Rover πΎβ¨
It was just another evening at Pawsburg, or so I thought, lying on my back with my paws playfully pawing at the stars that I could see through my imaginary skylight. The town was much like any other, if any other town were solely populated by talking dogs and frequented by the occasional sassy cat or wise owl. That’s where the normality ended and the adventures commenced, usually.
But tonight was different. The air smelt like trouble, and my instincts, sharpened from outsmarting the local squirrels, pricked uneasily at the atmosphere lined with whispers and anticipation.
I, Roxy – that’s me – a concoction of muscle, wit, and a rather intriguing patch over one eye, had been wrongfully accused. The charge: pilfering a colossal stack of bones from The Pooch Playhouse. Preposterous, since my dislikes were well-known and bones were not celery sticks, the only item in the universe I considered beneath my palate.
Nevertheless, here I was, in the dank clutches of Pawsburg’s Animal Shelter, a place as welcoming as a bath to a cat. It was escape or be stuck in this place that smelled oddly like wet dog and despair. Miss Whiskers, ever the strategist despite her feline tendencies, had whispered a plan through the bars. A plan that had more holes than the plot of a bad soap opera but was plan nonetheless.
βYou see, Roxy,” she’d mewed, “when the clock strikes midnight, Horatio will give the signal and you must start your break for freedom.β
I pondered what the signal would be. Perhaps a profound hoot? Or was it the kind of wisdom only silence could utter? Regardless, interpretable signals from wise old owls were the least of my concerns. The blueprints of The Pooch Playhouse β kindly smuggled in by my golden retriever friend, Goldie, hidden in a dubious mound of feathers (apparently she’d had an unsuccessful encounter with a pillow) β looked like squiggles to my eye.
Midnight arrived, just on time (as time is wont to be), and with it came silence. Before the plan could fully commence, I was startled by the prancing pitter-patter of paws approaching. It was Goldie, her panting louder than the heartbeat of a little pup on its first car ride.
βRoxy! The shelter guard, he’s on his break at Canine Cafe,” she barked between breaths. “They’ve run out of bagels again, and he’ll be there for hours.”
And so, with the grace of a boxer β which rather suited me being partly one β I pounced upon the opportunity. I dashed past the snoozing mutt at the reception, across Briard Bridge, the structure groaning under the secrets of a thousand dog tales, and finally onto the safety of Shar-Pei Shores.
As the dirt of the escape settled, I found myself among friends at Basenji Bay. They were eager to hear of the escape, their tails wagging like metronomes set to the Allegro of Beethoven’s furriest symphony.
βRoxy, you’re a legend,” cheered a chihuahua with a penchant for overstatement, though I wasnβt about to argue the point.
It wasnβt until I declared my victory over a celebratory feast at Dachshund’s Deli that I realized: my daring escape would be an anecdote upon canine lips for years to come. And the real perpetrator, a schnauzer with shifty eyes and a celery breath from two doors down?
Well, I had a plan involving Horatio, Miss Whiskers, and a certain stash of celery sticks that would surely wrong the rights. For I was Roxy, wrongfully accused but righteously freed, pirate-patched and part-boxer, and you just can’t keep a good dog down.
The End.
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