- Dog Tales
- November 29, 2023
Pawsburgh and the Dogs of Barkinarchy: A Tail of Triumph and Feline Redemption: A Bernie PawWord Story
Hey Mom,
Just led the Dogs of Barkinarchy against the Furball Four to protect Pawsburgh’s treasures. Turned our foes into friends over milk and mutual respect. Pawsburgh’s safe, and I’m riding high as the biggest little hero in town.
Biggest of hugs,
Bernie đŸ
It had been one of those days in Pawsburgh that start with a yawn and stretch into an adventure. Humans call it Tuesday; we call it second-Saturday. I cracked one eye open and knew the day wouldn’t be complete until I’d felt the wind on my snout, the kind only found on the back of a speeding motorcycle. Yeah, this is Bernie, and if you think my life’s all about chasing tails and bones, well stick around for the tale.
The town was bustling, paws clattering on the cobbled streets of Shiba Inlet as I met the rest of the Dogs of Barkinarchy, our motorcycle club. They looked to me, their pint-sized leader, to protect our beloved Pawsburgh.
We had all gathered at Labrador Lunch, our usual haunt. There was Dukie, tail thumping the ground like a metronome; old Jupiter, eyes sagely peering over his bifocals; and George, already gnawing at the table’s corner as if it owed him money.
“Alright, pack,” I barked, the assembled muzzles turning towards me. “I’ve caught wind of a cat planâa terrible planâthey’ve schemed to infiltrate our treasure, The Canine Cabinet of Curios.”
The news hit the pack like a poorly-thrown frisbee. “The Cabinet? But that’s where all the best chew toys and fire hydrant models are kept!” exclaimed George, spittle flying in the face of canine indignation.
“Exactly, my vigilant friend,” I said. “We must ride to Briard Bridge at once and weave a tapestry of defense against this feline folly.”
Our bikes roared like a chorus of lions with indigestion, as Terry Pratchett may well have described them, and off we zoomed. Dukie and his sidecar; Jupiter, astride a classic, gleaming gold motorcycle; George on his spiked, punk rock chopper; and myself, leading the pack on my trusty, diminutive dirt bike.
The breeze did wonders for my fur, and I couldnât help but revel in the joy of the ride despite the seriousness of our mission. The song of the streets whispered of past battles and it felt rightâas if this little Dachshund was destined to be the underdog hero of Pawsburgh.
As we thundered towards Hound Heights, the scent of sabotage was as strong as a skunkâs perfume after Sunday brunch. The faint meow of cats cavorting in conspiracy echoed through the streets. We descended upon The Canine Cabinet just as the sun bowed low, casting long shadows that tangled with the curious crowd around it.
There they were, cats clad in stealthy black, looking as out of place as broccoli in my dinner bowl. But these weren’t ordinary cats; they were the notorious Furball Four, known for their cunning and complete disregard for the pleasant aroma of grilled chicken.
“Unsheath your claws, boys,” I growled. “It’s about to get hairy.”
Fur flew, barks echoed, and in the midst of the fracas, I noticed something in the eyes of our feline foesâa lack of commitment to the cause. Surely they sought thrill more than theft?
So I called a ceasefire and invited the cats to the Canine CafĂ© for a parley over sipper bowls of milk. “Join us,” I offered with an outstretched paw. “Join Pawsburgh in unity.”
It turned out the Furball Four had grown tired of their nine lives of crime. They longed for camaraderie and nap seshes in sunbeamsâa life we could provide in our town of tails.
So as I chased the remnants of the day into evening’s embrace, it was alongside new allies. The purrs mingled with our own contented sighs, and it was affirmed: as long as Dogs of Barkinarchy rode, Pawsburgh would remain a bastion for all four-legged dreamers, a place where even an oddly adorable Dachshund can be the biggest dog in town.
The End.
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