- Dog Tales
- November 29, 2023
Blazing Trails: A Pawsome Lesson in Canine Kindness: A Blaze PawWord Story
Hey, just wanted to give you a quick tail-wag on my role here in Pawsburgh. Turns out, I’m more than a ball-chaser—I’m teaching the pack about real goodness, beyond the fetch game. It’s all about kindness, understanding, and the courage to cross life’s busy streets. Took a leap from athlete to amateur philosopher, and while I’m no pooch Plato yet, I’m certainly wagging in that direction. Catch you at the kennel! 🐾 – Blaze
So let me tell you about the time I learned that even in Pawsburgh, wisdom doesn’t just come with a wagging tail and an experienced snout. It was the kind of lesson that sticks to your ribs like the last bits of roast chicken in your bowl. But I’m getting ahead of myself here.
It started on an evening tinted with the kind of warm hues that made my coat look like it had caught fire. Sarah had left for one of her business trips, and the town of Pawsburgh was humming with the excitable energy of unsupervised canines. This was not just another fire hydrant meetup; this was Destiny’s leash tugging at my collar.
That night, under a glittering canopy of stars, I slinked through Sapphire Schnauzer Street, my paws padding softly against the cobblestones. The air was filled with aromas of the finest fare from Retriever’s Restaurant, a scent that could stir hunger in even the most stuffed of Bulldogs. Normally I would join in the feast, but tonight, my stomach was full of butterflies, not chicken.
Max, the Beagle, and Luna, the Greyhound, were on my fluffy tail. “Blaze, what’s gotten into you?” Max quipped, his ears flopping with each trot. Luna padded gracefully beside him, her stride as smooth as the silk scarves at The Snooty Snout Boutique.
“I feel it’s time for a change,” I confessed, more to myself than to them. “I want to do more than chase balls and eat chicken. I want to – dare I say it – make a difference.”
The words clung to the cool air like condensation on a cold bowl of water, and my friends exchanged glances. Max, ever so practical, thought about it for a moment. “In Pawsburgh?” he asked, skepticism lifting his brows.
I nodded, “Yes, in Pawsburgh.” And with that, I led them on an adventure that would mark a milestone in this Reddish Standard Poodle’s life.
We found ourselves outside The Pawfect Training Center, which was just wrapping up one of their Obedience and Philosophy 101 classes. I’d listened to their lectures from the hilltop on occasion. I would sit just close enough that the wisdom would roll over me like a comforting blanket but never dared to join.
Tonight was different. As I stood there, a dog known more for athleticism than intellect, I made an uncharacteristic leap. “I’m going to teach a class,” I announced.
“You?” Luna asked, her voice tinged with amusement. “And what will you teach, Blaze?”
“How to be… good,” I said slowly, the words tasting odd in my mouth. “Not just sit-stay-fetch good, but good-good. Like humans with their charities and peace prizes.”
Max snorted. “Humans,” he scoffed, “Blaze, they invented leashes.”
But I remember thinking that Pawsburgh didn’t have leashes. At least, not the kind that bind. We were creatures of freedom and potential.
The days that followed saw me actually – miraculously – leading a class. My students listened with rapt attention, or maybe they just hoped for a treat. I spoke of kindness, of understanding other breeds, of finding courage to cross busy streets of life.
I suppose I was becoming the deep brown sage in my own tale, minus the tug of human leashes. And when I was in the middle of explaining how sharing a bone could be a metaphor for something grander, something wise, that’s when it happened.
I caught sight of Sarah’s car pulling up. Early. Way early. And I bolted, leaving behind the half-chewed philosophy of generosity and leaping fences like they were chapters in a book I wasn’t ready to close.
The lesson that day was simple: Start small. Maybe it was too ambitious to jump straight into canine kindness. But, as my paws carried me down Lhasa Lane, back to my sunlit home, I realized that I had grown.
Not much. Maybe just enough to fill a pawprint or two.
But it couldn’t be measured by a tape, right? Not like the size of your tail or the length of your ears._nsec_snI StringSplitOptions.None
The End.
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