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- December 18, 2023
A Tale of Tails: The Curious Case of The Christmas Shepherd in Pawsburgh: A Ella PawWord Story
Hey there, it’s Ella the Spotted Storyteller! Just finished up a festive frolic with the Christmas Shepherd herself, guiding lost souls by moonlight. Absorbed a bit of her noble spirit and left my mark on Pawsburgh’s Yuletide lore! Who knew a foodie trip could turn into a tail of heroics? Wagging my way towards new adventures with kindness as my guide. đžâ¨ Catch you at the next doggy tale! – Ella đđś
In Pawsburgh, where tail-waggers reign and snoots sniff the winds of intrigue, I marked my days with a curious assortment of mirth and mischief. I’m Ella, by the by, the French Bulldog whose spots might as well be stamped with tales of yore, and today, dear reader, I am to disclose the curious case of The Christmas Shepherd.
Now, there ainât no way to spin this yarn without wagging the tale of that peculiar night in the heart of winter, with snow dusting the cobblestones of Pawsburgh like sugar on a beignet. Christmas Eve, it was, and every pup ‘n pedigree was huddled up cozy, away from the bite of ol’ Jack Frost.
But yours truly? Well, I’d scampered away to the twinkling lights of Emerald Eskimo Estuary, where the frigid winds were no match for the warmth of fellowship. I had a hankerin’ for some of the fine eats at Canine Cafe, maybe a sliver of chicken chased with a hint of cheese. That snug eatery, with its delightful array of scents, was a veritable banquet for senses such as mine.
I hoofed it through Pawsburgh with nary a soul out, all them other dogs nestled in their beds dreaminâ sweetly, I reckon. But as I trotted along the glistening path towards Dachshund Dale, with Pyrenean Peak loom impressive in the distance, I heard a pitiful howlinâ. It pressed upon my Frenchie heart something fierce.
A lonesome figure trudged through the snow â a shepherd dog of German bearings, lookin’ as ferlorn as a bone without a yard to call its home. She, being the self-appointed Christmas Shepherd of Pawsburgh, stood steadfast as a sentry in the night.
âWhy, Shepherd,â says I, approachinâ her with my head cocked to the side, fur bristlinâ at the sight of such a noble creature in travail, âwhat brings ye out on this blustery eve?â
The shepherd turned her earnest gaze upon me, and oh, what stories lived in those eyes! They spoke of duty and care for wayward travelers lost in the silver clasp of winter’s embrace.
âFair evening, Ella,â she rumbled. Just the sound of her voice was like hearinâ an organ play in a chapel. âMy missionâs to guide the lost souls on this here Christmas Eve. You, though, seem to have a destination in yonder Canine Cafe. No need for my guidance, Iâd wager.â
But ’twas an adventure I craved, and I, Ella, with my bat-like ears perked in excitement, made to accompany her. A shepherd and a spotty lilâ bulldog, who could’ve pondered it?
âMight I join your vigil? My belly can wait for its feast,â I offered, and from the glint in her eye, I could tell the Christmas Shepherd was pleased.
Together we ventured through the frozen hush, from Emerald Eskimo Estuary to Pyrenean Peak. And, lo and behold, as the moon hung like a glimmering ornament in the sky, we stumbled upon travelers â a pair of pups, their snouts caked in snow, their steps heavy with fatigue.
âFear not,â the shepherd spoke, her voice cuttinâ through the night air like a bell, âfor the way is nigh and comfort close.â
I nudged âem along with nips and playful barks, a lightness in my trot as we guided them toward the warmth of the city. Once we were certain they were safe, nestled at the Pawprint Pizzaria with pies aplenty, the Christmas Shepherd and I shared a silent communion under the starlight.
And from that night forth, through hijinks and escapades in The Doggy Depot or a trim at The Groom Room, I carried with me the virtues she bore â guidance and kindness â like a medal of honor upon my dappled chest.
The End.
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