- Dog Tales
- December 10, 2023
The Legend of Carla and Mogwhy: Tales from the Road: A carla PawWord Story
Hey Mom!
Another wild day in Spencerville, became a legend again with Mogwhy by my side. Outran the sunrise, outsmarted the Bulldog at Kibble, and turned the old jalopy into a chariot of tales. Skirted Labradoodle Lake, resisted Sushi temptation, and ended in the embrace of Dalmatian Desert fetch-fantasy. Pawprints etched in adventure, my tail’s wagging to tell you all about it.
Catch you on the flip side!
Carla 🐾
So there I was, Carla, you know me, ears pricked for adventure and paws itching for the road stretching out from the lanes of Spencerville. Guess it was just one of those days when the sunrise taunted me with hues of mischief, knowing I’d be up for whatever caper awaited beyond the hedgerows.
First stop was Kibble Cuisine, where I caught the scent of grub that makes your belly do summersaults of joy. I wolfed down a bowl of their finest, gave the usual nod to the server, a Bulldog with a bowtie slighter bigger than his sense of humor, and set out with that taste of indulgence still teasing my tongue.
Mogwhy, ever the shadow of my frame, skipped alongside, mischief twinkling in her white-painted paws as we ambled towards our grand chariot – a jalopy that had seen better days but was all the better for it. It was time for the open road, for I believed as fervently as a flea believes in the sanctity of a warm hide that the road would unravel stories untold.
I remember once a human said: “You’re only as strong as the drinks you mix, the tables you dance on, and the friends you roll with.” I say you’re only as robust as the roads you roam, the friends by your side, and the sticks you fetch on an uncharted trail.
We didn’t really have a map, Mogwhy and I. You see, in Spencerville, the journey’s the thing, not so much the arrival. We clattered past the Golden Gate Gardens, waved a paw at the old dogs playing chess, their moves slower than the setting sun, their minds sharper than the thorns in the rose bushes they guarded.
Labradoodle Lake shimmered like the final number in a fireworks show, beckoning us to lap at its edges, but no, we had miles to roll under our paws, and besides, I’d never been one for soggy fur.
Past The Cat’s Meow Sushi I strode, casting a gaze of longing at the dangling fish yet proud of my canine restraint. The Bark Shak boomed with beats that could get even the most solemn Saint Bernard’s hips a-quiver, but the lure of the great yonder was stronger still.
The day stretched out like a good yawn, and adventure tickled our fancies at every turn. We met souls of all shapes, from the Chihuahua with the Napoleon complex to the Great Dane who swore he was a lapdog. We shared stories, not in the currency of words, but in wags and whimpers, the occasional lick, and the understanding that life’s too short not to chase the ball as far as it’ll go.
As the sun began to drape its golden coat over the horizon, we found ourselves by the Dalmatian Desert – not a speck of sand, mind you, but rather a realm of infinite fetch possibilities, where every stick thrown was a promise of eternity.
By nightfall, Mogwhy and I circled back to the heart of Spencerville, our jalopy creaking a lullaby tune, while the darkness whispered sweet nothings to the stars. We had been places, sniffed things, shared silent epiphanies, and danced to the rhythm of the road.
Sometimes the children and their laughter would unfurl a wrinkle in my brow, but the night’s soothing hum smoothed it over, a reminder that every discomfort has its place and time.
Back in my own bed, tails tucked beneath us, Mogwhy’s breathing was a serene counterpoint to my own. I reckoned we had etched another tale in the annals of Spencerville, and the throbbing in my paws sang of more to come.
You know me, your old pal Carla, spinning yarns without the need for spindles. Wherever we go, whatever roads unfold, stories are what we’ll gather, as precious as the treats we hide away for rainy days. And just like that, my friend, we are the legends we leap after.
The End.
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