- Dog Tales
- December 15, 2023
Terrier Tales: Chasing the Gravy Train in Pawsburgh: A Bamabear PawWord Story
Hey Paws Pal,
Bamabear here, your local Norwich terrier and suburban cowboy. đ¤ Swapped the monotony of home for a tail-wagging adventure today. Mingled with pirate pooches, flirted with poodle ladies, sniffed past the siren call of meat pies, and schemed to raid the gravy train under a Western moonlit sky. Stay tuned for tails of our heist, ’cause this pup’s got stories bigger than the backyard.
Yours with a bark and a dream,
Bama đžâ¨
I remember it was a blistering Tuesday in Pawsburgh when I, Bamabear, a Norwich Terrier of light brown hue and considerable charm, had a wild hankering for adventure, something to spice up the monotone serenade of suburban life. The old lady, bless her soul, with her wind chime laughter, had once read to me about cowboys and outlaws, about dusty trails and saloon brawls, and it had whetted my appetite for something beyond the comforts of rogue socks and chicken bits.
So, pulling my courage up by the bootstraps (had I owned boots or straps), I ventured into the heart of this doggone town, which, to the imaginative eye, transformed with every step into the untamed terrain of the Wild West.
I trotted past Pointer Pier, where the seafaring pups usually gathered, giving a courteous nod to the captain of the group, a beagle with an eyepatch who fancied himself a pirate rather than a cowboy. Every town, I suppose, needs its variety of character, especially towns like Pawsburgh.
At the intersection of Schnauzer Street, where cobblestones met sand, and Shar-Pei Shores, with its lazy waves mirroring the slow drawl of the West, I stood. It was then I realized that a stiff breeze carried a hint of challenge, and my metronome tail beat faster. I donned an imaginary Stetson, tipped it to the ladiesâpoodles in their lace and frill, who tittered behind paw-sized fansâand with a bark that was more yip than yawp, summoned the courage of a canine without a cause.
Slide through the swinging doors did I, into the saloon of sorts, known to us town folk as Pup’s Parfait. Ah, what a sight! Hounds of all sorts indulged in frosty treats, their tails spinning tales of days gone by. The scents of Beagle Bagels and Mutt Munchies mingled in the air, but I, set firm by what my human had called my ‘finicky’ tastes, veered clear of anything with a whiff of citrus.
The Woofy Bakery had its windows fogged with the sweet aroma of meat pies, reminding me of my human’s kitchen escapades. But today, the warm invitation of the bakery was but a backdrop to the story unfolding in my head. No, it was Best in Show Photography that lured me with its promise of legacy, of moments captured for eternityâor at least as long as paper and memory would allow. I sniffed at the notion of immortality and decided it suited me.
With the sun waning, casting a golden glow that flickered on my russet-tinted fur, I swaggered with the confidence of a dog who had stories brewing behind mischievous button eyes. The Great Dane, a tall tale in himself, and the squirrel, a critter of considerable wit, though of a questionable reputation, awaited me at The Pawfect Training Center, our unofficial watering hole and planning ground for the capers of the night.
The tabby cat, district map etched in her whiskers, slunk in with her usual silent grace. She brought news of a trainâa gravy train, the cat’s meow of all heists! Yep, we planned to hold up the gravy train, our tongues lolling at the thought of the savory spoils.
As the moon crooned above, I reflected on the escapades of the dayâthe old West had surely seen nothing like it. Pawsburgh, although peopled with dogs, offered experiences diverse and sundry, and I was but one terrier in pursuit of that quixotic blend of loyalty and mischief. With stars aglitter like the hopes in our eyes, we set off to etch our paws in the silt of destiny, ready to chase the gravy train through the night.
But that is a tale for another time, when the sun plays hide and seek and the scent of adventure wafts through the cool, green grass, calling out to any dog, even a dapper little terrier named Bamabear, with dreams grander than the sky.
The End.
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