- Dog Tales
- December 26, 2023
Pawsburgh Unleashed: A Cap’n Brindle Tale of Feline Foes and Canine Courage: A Sampson James PawWord Story
Hey buddy, just tangoed with a citrus-fiend at the helm of a feline armada, no big deal. Turns out, I’m Pawsburgh’s unsung hero, Cap’n Brindle, braving the fur-raising fight for our tail-wagging folks. Remember, behind this nap-loving façade lies the heart of a canine crusader. Stay pawsome!
🐾 Sampson James
Picture this, it’s a night slashed into silence, a velvet sky punctured by the slicing gleam of the crescent moon – that hazy time when humans, bless their clueless hearts, count sheep or whatever it is they do when the lights die out. Me? I’m Sampson James, or Cap’n Brindle as some in the know might utter under meaty breaths when the tale gets too tall and the hour too late.
This here’s Pawsburgh, a realm untethered from the leashes and laws of humankind, and I’m sauntering down the neon-bathed boardwalk of Setter Shore, my paws pricking the sand, clandestine in every step. There’s a thrumming in the air, a pulse. Trouble is brewing in the phosphorescent waves, and I, a frothy mix of French Bulldog and Chihuahua, press on toward the lapping water, hotdog toy hanging from my mouth like an enigmatic cigar.
“Evening, Sampson,” nods Baxter, sage and weary; sentinel of the night. His baying has long since turned into a gravel-filled murmur – not quite a bark, not yet an epitaph.
“Baxter,” I growl back, the tone steeped with respect – a nod to the old guard as the new charges through.
Beyond the velvety dusk of Garnet Greyhound Grove and the shifting shapes of Diamond Doberman Dunes, legend stretches that Pawsburgh holds power for any mongrel with the guts to weave through its dark secrets. Never been one for tales, but I’m a sucker for a scent, and there’s a whiff of something foul. Fear? Perhaps. Citrus? Definitely. My snout recoils: The lemon – my ancient nemesis, the antithesis to my roast chicken bliss. I gird my loins, hotdog toy locked between my jaws.
Lulu’s there, too, a vision of fur and fervor. She twirls on dainty paws, her Pomeranian plume a siren amidst the dark.
“D’ya feel it, Sampson? The static? The storm afoot?” Lulu’s got a way with the dramatic, wears it like a lace collar.
I nod, my brow furrowing beneath the myriad of brindle stripes, stretching from the shores of Setter to the patio of Pooch’s Pizzeria where I’ve held court amongst the pepperoni rounds and holy cheese.
Through the misty night, there they were, by the Doggie Daycare, the fiends, gathered like a pile of dirty laundry – cats, a horde of them, with their sinister purring and plush, deceptive cuddles. They rise up, stealing the night and the moon, setting their sights on the woofy heart of Pawsburgh.
Pawsburgh needs a guardian, a tail-wagger to unhinge those feline fiestas with canine cunning and a hint of bravado. Here’s where the tale tweaks the nose of normalcy, where I, mere pup of suburban legend, become more – become the bark and bite that shields the snouts of home.
The canine cavalcade behind me howls, and there’s a flicker in my heart, a sputter of heroics as we charge, a doggy blaze of glory against the whiskered wave.
And so, my friend, when you next see me lounging on that plush rug, casting disdainful glances at the mere hint of lemon, remember that once, just once, I stood taller than my mixed-breed stature, and fought tooth and nail for the tail-wagging citizens of this beloved Pawsburgh.
“Disapprobation can be overcome,” I mutter through the hotdog toy armor. “One bark, one bite, one batty Pomeranian at a time.”
Hunter S. might’ve chosen dolphins or bats, calls of the wild, etched in the bitter symphony of Gonzo. Yet, here in Pawsburgh, it’s our paws that parade across the keyboard of the night. And as dawn trickles in, and my human wonders at the fresh vigor in my step, the tale of Sampson James, Cap’n Brindle of Pawsburgh, spirals on, whispered in hushed tones around Canine Kabobs as the smell of roast chicken fills the air.
The End.
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