- Dog Tales
- December 17, 2023
A Paw-fectly Witty Yuletide Yarn: The Fluffy Heroine of Dogwood Kennel: A Rose PawWord Story
Hey there! You won’t believe the tail-wagging escapade I’ve just pawsed through! As Pawsburg’s resident Napoleona, I single-pawedly foiled a duo of doggedly dull burglars with pranks and panache at the Dogwood Kennel. It’s true, charm and cheek mixed with a bit of canine cunning makes an unbeatable Christmas cocktail. Paws and reflect on that! 😏 🐾
Stay fetching,
Rose 🌹
In the whispery hours of a frost-touched evening, with humans tucked away in the comfort of their oblivious dreams, I, Rose, snatched a moment of solitude to converse with my reflection. In the midst of our convivial conclave, a quietude so stark fell upon my senses, it seemed the whole of Pawsburg held its breath.
My humans, an endearing pair fond of peculiar socks and outlandish singing, had departed for a holiday jaunt, leaving behind myself and the echoing hollows of our hearth. In their stead, they left the promise of endless revels as I was escorted to the esteemed Dogwood Kennel—the Ritz of the canine world, swathed in the scent of mirth and marrowbone treats.
Ah, but not two shakes of a lamb’s tail into my sojourn, Dogwood Kennel fell prey to the stealthy tread of malice. Two nefarious intruders, undoubtedly poor spellers and haters of waggish tales, decided upon a Yuletide plunder of our festive fortress.
Now, my personality—if the setting sun could venture an opinion—bears a striking resemblance to a light dusting of fiery snowflakes; warm to behold, yet with an assertive nip to the touch. Dealing with these ruffians would require more than my typical display of pomp and poof.
It was when the first of the miscreants, a gentleman whose face was as savory as week-old kibble, attempted to crack the safe beneath the reception desk, that my tiny paws plotted a ploy as sharp as my teeth on a vet’s stethoscope. Such folly, to underestimate the cunning of Pawsburg’s daintiest denizen.
With stealth belying my extraordinary fluff, I lured the gentleman on a merry chase through the gaiety-draped corridors of our bastion. A dabble here to trip upon a chew toy, a dash there ’round Whippet Way, where a strategic tangle into leashes left them draped in nylon ribbons like the saddest of Christmas trees.
“Go to the pound,” I barked, under my honeyed breath. With each daring gambol, I heaped upon them the gift of humiliation—a ribboned box filled with the finest slapstick.
The companion to our toy-unwrapping tyro—a woman whose awareness of canines seemed limited to their depiction on rather uncomely sweaters—fared no better. In hot pursuit of me, paws slipping across the frosted marble of Cocker Courtyard, she encountered the grand buffet of Paw Pad Thai. There, a particularly ingenious leap on my part cascaded a feast of noodles and curry upon her as a serpentine garment, the likes of which had never grazed the fashion halls of Paris.
I was Dorothy, cuing the lights of a farcical play in a world stage-managed by dogs, with even the slightest wisp of sound serving as an applause cue. Surely, our staff at Spa for Paws would cringe to see their lotions used as part of a slip-and-slide routine, but marauders wait not for the approval of beauticians.
By the time the beings of blue siren and badge arrived—a somnolent hour punctuated with the jingles of collars and keys—the trespassers were gift-wrapped in disarray, seasoned with the spirit of woofing mockery.
I, Miss Rose, thus recounted to the keepers of the kennel the harrowing ordeal once morning broke. With every prodigious detail, wagging tails flicked like conductor’s batons, urging the crescendo of my tale to a brilliant forte. As tails ceased their symphony, the marvel in their eyes affirmed a timeless truth:
You could cage a Pom-Pap’s body, but her wit, my dear readers, would dash and dart like a songbird tangled in the voluptuous zephyrs of freedom. And thus, the legend of my holiday exploits glinted in the dust-moted sunbeams of Dogwood Kennel, a sparkling yarn set upon Pawsburg’s vast canine tapestry.
The End.
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