- Dog Tales
- November 26, 2023
Pawsburgh Tales: The Pilfering Corgi and the Shepherd’s Harmony: A Artoo PawWord Story
Hey Sam,
Just saved Pixie from a serious tail-twisting by the Petfather over her biscuit heist. Seems I’m the peacekeeping pup of Pawsburgh now, steering our four-legged friends away from barking up the wrong tree. Treat negotiations and belly rubs are on the agenda. đž Remember, even in chaos, there’s a leash of order with your boy, Artoo.
In Pawsburgh, where every alley tells a story and every bark has a history, I, Artoo, Australian Shepherd and cherished companion of Sam, found myself intertwined with an adventure that would ruffle the fur of the most audacious hound. I lounged upon my usual perch upon Amber Akita Alley, my amber eyes reflecting the glow of Tail-Twitching Treatsâ neon sign, whilst I gnawed contentedly on my beloved red ball.
Baxter, the wise old Beagle, ambled towards me, radiating discomfort. âArtoo,” he barked, a furrow of concern between his brows, “the Pawsburgh pack is in uproar. Since youâve been away, tending to Samâs serenades, Pixieâs made quite a stir with the pups at The Canine Cafe.”
âPixie?â I cocked my head, tossing the tattered ball aside. “What’s the scrappy Corgi up to now?”
âSheâs been pilfering biscuits, Artoo. Pilfering them right under The Petfatherâs snout. You know how he likes to maintain balance between the Pawsburgians and his own litter.â
A growl tickled the back of my throat. How like the Petfather, with his paw on the pulse of the town’s underbelly. But thievery in broad daylight was not the Pawsburgh way, and certainly not tolerated by the iron paw of our beastly boss. I would have to intervene lest Pixie found herself in a kennel of trouble.
I rose, my white-patched chest puffed with determination. âLead the way, Baxter. We’ll settle this before it escalates to a flea-bitten feud.â
The Pooch Playhouse beckoned as Baxter and I trotted past, but no time for dallianceâfamily, even of the bow-wow variety, commanded my attention. As we approached The Canine Cafe, I saw the commotion. Pixie, her smiling Corgi grin brandished like a shiny collar tag, surrounded by a litter of pups, all munching on “hotdoggedly” ill-gotten snacks.
âPixie!â I barked, and the stolen sweets fell from mouths, drool and all. âHave you lost your marbles along with your morality?â
Pixie whirled, a flicker of guilt in her rambunctious eyes. âAh, Artoo, I didn’t hear you over the laughter of our little get-together,â she yapped defensively.
âCut the puppy eyes, Pixie. The Petfatherâs been sniffing around. You can’t bury this like a bone in the backyard,â I reprimanded.
âBut, Artoo, the pups were hungry. And you know how The Petfather hoards treats. They control everythingâfrom Garnet Greyhound Grove to Akita Alley.â
The situation, much like a disobedient mutt, needed a steady hand. âPixie, there are ways, systems in place. You can’t just serve justice with your jaws,â I countered, my tone more teacher than tyrant.
We were interrupted by the unmistakable click-clack of The Petfatherâs approach. His heavy paws accompanied by the scent of Hound’s Hotdogs. The pups dispersed like kibble on a slippery floor.
âArtoo, ensuring equity, I presume?â His voice was deep, yet thick with humor.
âJust some minor misconduct, sir. Pixie has a large heart, if not similarly sized wisdom,â I said, whisking Pixie beside me.
âThen teach her. Nurture loyalty with a firm grip, Artoo, or I will be forced to bare my fangs.â
âI understand, sir,â I assured, my mind already brimming with ideas to organize a fair biscuit bank, as an ode to our townâs creed: revelry yes, rancor no.
So, a compromise was struck under the bustling neon and bustling tails of Pawsburgh. I would guide Pixie on a path true to our bark code, and The Petfather would indulge in his simmering powerâwhile relaxing his rule just a whisker.
And as I recounted this tale to Sam, sprawled across the porch with the fading hues of twilight upon us, I could only wag in mirth. For in Pawsburgh, mischief may be made, but with a shepherdâs heart, harmony is always beautifully herded back into its rightful kennel.
The End.
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