- Dog Tales
- December 15, 2023
Jingle Tails: A Nutcracker Reverie in Pawsburgh: A Molly PawWord Story

Hey Hooman 🐾,
Guess who just had their paws in a real-life fairy tail last night? Cinderella’s got nothing on me! I twirled with a princely treat-turned-hottie in the Nutcracker land and came back with my old ball and a heartful of jingles. Pawsburgh’s magic’s no joke! If you catch me daydreaming over a soggy tennis ball, just know — I’ve waltzed under a starlit realm.
Merry Christmas and keep an ear out for the jingle! ✨
Your gal, Molls 🎄✨
In the softened glow of Pawsburgh — where dreams trot alongside reality, and the lampposts flicker with a cozy warmth — I begin my narrations. My name’s Molly, the Schnauzer-Poodle mix with the eyes that study the world and a spirit that skips in the wind. I’m what you’d call a regular in these parts, a floof of sophistication, if you will. But let this tale unsnarl in its own canine way.
So, there I was on Whippet Way, caught in the thrall of a Christmas Eve powdery with snowflakes that kissed my nose with ethereal chill — and let me tell you, nothing quite resembles a snow globe fantasy like Pawsburgh in December. Miller’s Park was a distant whisper tonight as I traipsed past Collie’s Cuisine, the aroma of oven-roasted turkey legs leaving a trail in the cold that even Santa’s reindeer couldn’t miss.
Truth be told, I’m more accustomed to the articulate crack of a good biscuit than these festive banquets. My preference for gourmet treats might have something to do with the way Jasper tries to soggy up any morsel that’s not nailed down. Men, am I right? But I digress.
As the clock struck the mystical hour, when the line between Christmas Eve and Christmas day blurs, my tennis ball in tow — a treasure far beyond what any dog could wish for Christmas — I found myself drawn toward Doberman Dunes. The stars aligned, you see, and I fancied a dash of magic.
Glancing at my beloved, distressed ball, a flicker of moonlight struck it, and something otherworldly happened. It shimmered, it spun, and as I’m about to take a mental note to lay off the eggnog next year, the ball transformed. There stood a prince — my furry self could hardly believe it — with a golden collar that jingled with a thousand melodies.
“Molly,” he proclaimed with a voice as smooth as Poodle’s Pasta’s signature Alfredo, “I come from the Nutcracker realm, and tonight, I shall whisk you away to a celebration beyond your wild pup dreams.”
I should’ve been skeptical — I mean, a talking prince? That’s a tough sell even for Pawsburgh standards. But the twinkle in his eyes was pure Broadway; who was I to question the spectacle?
Through The Dapper Dog Salon’s magical mirror we stepped, into a world aglitter with frost and splendor. Dog princes and princesses from every realm pranced in a dance that had tails wagging in unison. They frolicked and feasted, sipped from dishes of Wagging Whisk’s peppy eggnog.
In this illustrious soirée, my unruffled prince led me across the dance floor. With each poetic paw step, I became the embodiment of Pawsburgh’s grace — you could say I was the belle of the Bark Ball. Every now and then, I caught Whiskers’ eye, casting judgmental glances from atop an ornate throne, but hey, who asked for a cat’s approval anyway?
As the night dwindled, and the realm’s magic grew thin, my prince escorted me back to the Dunes, where with the nascent sun’s first wink, he revolved back into the old soggy tennis ball. “You won’t remember,” he said, “but I’ll always be your prince.”
And just like that, I was alone on Doberman Dunes with the hint of sunlight teasing my fur and my dear, damp ball. It’d have been easy to assume a dream, if not for the golden jingle that echoed off my collar, a lingering note of a Christmas waltz.
So if you ever pass The Canine Cafe and see a tired Schnauzer-Poodle mix with a ball and a distant look, know that last Christmas, I danced in a Nutcracker reverie with a prince who understood the tale of my heart’s silent jingle.
The End.
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