- Dog Tales
- December 1, 2023
The Tail-Wagging Adventures of Lola: From Pawsburgh to Pharaohs and Beyond!: A Lola PawWord Story
Hey Dad! 🐾 While you thought I was dreaming of cheeseburgers, I was out saving time with Peggy in Ancient Egypt as the legendary Time Tail-Wagger. Just tamed a time-sucking vacuum and kept history rolling, all before your return. No biggie. Left you a sandy surprise by the couch 😜 Until next snooze! – Lollypop 🐶✨
I squinted through the hazy shimmer of Pawsburgh’s midmorning bustle, my pristine white coat almost glowed amidst the quaint cobblestone streets. The whiffy aroma from Rottweiler’s Ribs wafted teasingly past my nose – it was taco Tuesday, after all. You know me, though; a cheeseburger chasing girl in a taco world. But let’s put the snacking fantasies on pause. See, Pawsburgh hides a bigger secret than Bulldog’s BBQ’s secret sauce recipe.
Here’s the sitch: Dad thinks I’m napping on the couch, a dollop of snooze on a cushion sea. But while he’s out, tapping away at his laptop, I’m Lola the Time Tail-Wagger, gallivanting through the ages. And today, my paws paddled me right into Pomeranian Park, with Peggy by my side, where the infamous Clock Tower of Canine Continuum stood, its hands spinning like a deranged squirrel on a bird feeder.
“Ready for the new ‘snifftastic’ escapade?” Peggy barked.
“Heck yeah! Who needs a beach when you’ve got all of history’s shorelines?” I woofed back.
Get this: Peggy’s convinced we’re about to hit up Ancient Egypt. Claims she can work the sun-drenched land like the queen she is. Meanwhile, I’m mentally digging for hidden bones in Alexandra’s lost tombs.
One twitch of the snoot and off we darted through the doggy door of destiny, paws first into adventure. Next thing I know, sandstorm. Like, literal grains-in-my-mouth sandstorm. “Did someone say ‘beach’?” is my first witty remark. Then, a camel grunts. No beach.
“Um, Peggy, this is no Pawsburgh…”
“No kibble! We’re in the time of Pharaohs, girl! Look, a pyramid!” She barks, tail a-wagging like it’s about to take flight and chase down a falcon.
“Cool, but where’s the Wi-Fi at?” I snarked, missing the point as usual.
We trot into the bustling marketplace, making a tail-whipping scene. The locals offered us everything from meaty chunks to…ugh, figs. “Hard pass”, my tongue said without speaking, thinking about that Whippet Wrap I left behind. Peggy, of course, snagged a fig, wearing her ‘look at me, I’m an ancient foodie’ expression.
Suddenly, the ground rumbled, and trust me; it wasn’t from my burger-less belly. Up ahead, chariots dashed, racing against time – literally. Out in front, a sleek greyhound clad in royal garb, wielding a scepter that controls.. yup, time. “Lola! That’s Cleopetra!” Peggy yipped, ear-to-ear grin like she just solved the cat mystery.
“And you made fun of my Kong chew toy,” I mumbled, eyeing that scepter with a mix of fear and jealousy.
Thing is, right when our paws were getting sandy, that dreaded sound – the vacuum roar! But not your average suck-beast. This was the “Dust Devil of the Dunes,” a treasured artifact holding the essence of Time itself.
Cleopetra was losing control. “Great, now we’ve got to save history,” I sighed, all ‘why me?’ about it. But heroes don’t pawse for effect, so with heart throbbing like a drum solo, we charged. Peggy distracted with her trademark play bow, and me? A swooping, snarling bundle of ‘nope.’
We wrestle the Dust Devil down, Cleopetra regains her composure – I leave the vacuum taming to her – and, just like that, it’s mission: accomplished.
“Oh, yeah, Lola – Queen of Anubis and all that!” I flipped my gorgeously marked ears with a knowing smirk.
Vignette ends with a bit of a wink. Turns out, some vacuums do suck – through time and into a doggone good story. Back in Pawsburgh by dusk, with sand still in my paws and a story fit for the Woofy Bakery’s most gossip-hungry hounds. Let’s not even mention Dad’s face when he found the Sphinx-sized sand pile by the couch.
As I flopped down, warm lap conquered, I wagged off the day’s adventures. “Until next snooze, Dad. Until next snooze.”
The End.
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