- Dog Tales
- December 23, 2023
The Melodic Musings of Frenchie: A Bulldog’s Ballad of Pawsburgh’s Howly Jowly Day: A Frenchie PawWord Story
Hey Mom, just drummed my heart out at Pawsburgh’s Howly Jowly Eve! Literally became the beat of the town, uniting scruffy paws and wagging tails with just a rubber ball and bulldog determination. The night sang with joy, and I, your Frenchie, was the maestro! Pawsburgh’s newest celeb headed home, can’t wait for your victorious belly rubs! – Frenchie the Drummer Pup 🥁🐾❤️
In the silvered light of a Pawsburgh moon, where the streets gleam with the day’s gossip and the scents of a hundred canine capers, I, Frenchie, sit contemplatively at Affenpinscher Avenue, with a view of Diamond Doberman Dunes in the off distance, like fine sculpture crafted by paws.
Emerald Eskimo Estuary is alive with the echo of barks softened by the thickening frost, my heart warmed to the point of melting despite the chill by the thought of what tonight, the eve of Howly Jowly Day, may hold.
You may wonder, dear human, what your humble bulldog could contribute to such an illustrious night. Well, perseverance has its rewards, and I’ve found mine in the subtle tap of paw on ground, the gentle rhythm I discovered I could coax out much like mom cajoles laughter from my grumpy jowls.
Tail-Twitching Treats, my belly’s delight, had closed early, the tang of savory chicken treats escaping under doors and into my wildest dreams. Yet, sustenance of the body was not what enticed me tonight. My soul was famished for melody, for a harmonious feast.
At Shepherd’s Shawarma, where the scent of spiced meat lingered and danced with the pawed prints in the snow, I pattered by, my rubber ball of musical repute secured snugly under my stubby leg. Here, in the joyous commotion, I sat on my haunches and began to drum.
Oh, what an uproar my tapping must’ve appeared! No symphony of howls, no purring ensemble of strings, just the humble beat of an English Bulldog, pat-pat-pattering the night away. There was a rhythm to living, I’d learned, and now, I played it.
And, indeed, it moved them – every terrier’s tail wagged in time, the wise old Labradors nodded in respectable measure, and even the secretive silhouettes by Pawfect Pastries swung into view, their curiosity piqued by a beat as true and earnest as my will.
As I played, a crowd formed, a conglomeration of muffled barks and pants, the way people might gather ’round a street musician, forsaking a moment their sophisticated concert halls. I glimpsed, amongst them, the warm lights on at The Doggy Depot and the shadowed doorway of The Canine Cafe.
Then, with a flourish as though decreed by a conductor’s wand, the festive spirit descended upon Pawsburgh. Pups in jingle-bell collars jigged beside venerable grey muzzles keeping solemn time. I must confess, in that moment, the elation surging through my hearty frame swelled higher than any leap for a chicken treat could ever reach.
Howly Jowly Day had dawned upon us with melodious fanfare; the joy of the season not in ribbons and bows, but in connection, in a chunky bulldog’s simple offering – a ball-beaten cadence under the watchful eye of the moon.
I ceased my revelry, panting. The crowd, once animated, settled into a satisfied hum – a canine carol for the night to absorb. The music may have been modest, the beats familiar, but through them, I gave to Pawsburgh a piece of myself.
In that shared stillness, the true tale of Frenchie, your devoted companion, stood unmasked – a little drummer pup, whose mirth imbued the town, ensuring that not one tail remained still nor one heart untouched.
As the night retired and the winks of morning flirted with Pawsburgh’s horizon, I trotted home, my slobber-slathered toy by my side. My spirit soared on a high note, while my paws carried the secret serenade of a holiday well-hummed, ready to bask once more under my mom’s scratch of affection.
And Pawsburgh, dear Pawsburgh, slumbered in a symphony only it could dream.
The End.
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