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- December 9, 2023
Paws and Politics: The Tale of Sassy, the Furrister of Frisbee Field: A Sassy PawWord Story
Hey BFF,
Just to keep you in the loop: I’ve been nominated top dog for the Furrister of Frisbee Field spot – turns out my charm & tail swish are quite the political tools here in Pawsburgh! Gearing up for a furry frenzy of campaigning with Luna, Ziggy, and sniff-master Dexter. Wish me luck, may the best (and fluffiest) canine win!
Tail wags and doggy kisses,
Sassy š¾š
In Pawsburgh, the tail-waggingly convoluted politics of fur and bone meant that snoozes were rarely had without dreams of strategies and the faint whispers of conspiracies. As I, Sassy, the Golden Retriever with the sun-kissed coat, set my four trusty paws upon the gossip-laden cobblestones of Garnet Greyhound Grove, I couldn’t help but feel a thrumming anticipation beneath my neatly trimmed claws.
Among the tail-waggers present, there were murmurings of a grand assembly at Blue Basenji Bay. Something was afootāor apaw, if you’ll pardon the irresistible pun. Word on the street was that a power vacuum had opened up, something about the esteemed Furrister of Frisbee Field stepping down. Years of fetching experience, gone in a single toss.
Dexter, of the Beagle variety and a nose that could smell a plot at forty paces, briefed me on arrival. “Sassy,” he said with a whiff of sleuth in his tone, “Thereās a scramble for the squeaky throne, and the kingdomās collars are itching with ambition.”
I faced Dexter, emotions painting my visage as clearly as a pupās first attempt at a self-portrait with chew toys. “And I suppose they’ll want a dog of amiable character, someone with a fluffy demeanor to take the reinsāor leashes, as it were?”
“Exactly!” he yapped, tail waving like a conductor’s baton. “And you, with your radiant disposition and that tail that swishes like a metronome set to the pace of peace, youāre the top dog for the role.”
Before I could protest or ponder if such responsibility would cut into my race-across-the-fields time, I caught wind that Luna and Ziggy were already canvasing for bones of support among Pawsburgh’s elite hounds. Luna’s soft barks echoed with the weight of sincerity, while Ziggy’s cunning smile and quick-footed antics drew in the younger pups.
Our first order of business, we decided, over a meal at the delightful Mutt Munchies where not a single olive marred my plate, was to launch a campaign bark, something to capture the purebred imagination of every canine citizen in Pawsburgh.
Dexter suggested an espionage angle, “Stay always one step ahead,” as he chomped his chewy. Ziggy proposed grand stunts, literal leaps of faith over canine-made chasms to draw crowds. Luna, ever the tender paw, offered a platform of community and care, “A soft bark for every hard moment,” she boomed gently.
And so there I was, the centerpiece of a campaign as unexpected as a bath on a bright sunny day. Our strategy was woven through the artful discussions at The Furry Friends Art Gallery, the fashion parades at Canine Couture Clothing, and even the roundtables at Doggie Daycare.
Yet, as all four-legged fur-coats of political ambition know, the true test is not in the plotting but in the presenting. The grand day came at Blue Basenji Bay, the sun reflecting off my aureate fur in a display that would put the most extravagant sunset to shame.
With the sea lapping up against our joyous paws, I addressed the eager ears before me, “Friends, dogs, tail-chasers, lend me your ears. Together, we will fetch a future so bright, no cone of shame will ever dim our days.”
As cheers erupted and paws patted backs, I graciously accepted my role as the Furrister of Frisbee Field. Though, in truth, what really made my tail swish was the thought of celebrating our victory with a savory chicken dinner and a well-chewed rubber ball.
After all, in Pawsburgh, a dog’s joy is not so much in the sitting on the throne but in the knowing that no matter who lay claim to the squeaky seat, every tail had a friend in the handle, and every bark had a bit of Sassy in it.
The End.
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