- Dog Tales
- December 27, 2023
Of Paws and Poutine: A Tail-Wagging Tale of Family Fracas in Pawsburgh: A Cash PawWord Story
Hey Ma and Pops,
Just played peacemaker in a K9 kerfuffle over on Affenpinscher Ave, where traditions met tails and a mastiff-sized family feud nearly tore the block apart. Flashed some Cash charm and brokered a truce faster than you can say ‘pup’s poutine.’ Turns out, whether it’s family or fur, we’re all just trying to find a way to chew on the new without forgetting the flavor of the old. Pawsburgh’s one wild romp, but as ever, I’m your Bubs, navigating the dog-eat-dog with a howl and a wag.
Lick and a promise,
Cash
Well, I’ll be a hound’s tooth if the sunrise don’t color the world with the same hues as my russet coat. This morning found me stretchin’ my legs down Affenpinscher Avenue, the heart of Pawsburgh, and the sun escorted me, as loyal as my shadow, toward a day’s worth of adventures.
It just so happened that my paws were set on a collision course with the infamously tangled threads of family drama – the kin of my chum Bruno, the Boxer with the rascally grin, had been chewin’ over a bone of contention. Truth told, Bruno’s kinfolk were more stirred up than a nest of hornets over who should be leadin’ the pack. This wasn’t no ordinary spittin’ match; it was like some ol’ Greek tragedy without all the togas and cothurns.
The trouble began when Old Man Mastiff, the neighborhood patriarch with a bark that could scare the stripes off a zebra, caught wind that his grandpup, a wiry young thing named Rex, was skippin’ the traditional ways for some new-fangled business over yonder at Saluki Sands. A restaurant, he said, that served not just your ordinary kibble, but fancy vittles like Pup’s Poutine. Old Man Mastiff, bein’ a dog of tradition, thought it was plain nonsense.
So, there I was, tucked under the awning of The Wagging Tail Bookstore, eavesdroppin’ as if I was a spy in one of them mystery novels, while Bruno and Old Man Mastiff raised a ruckus that could wake the dead.
“I tell ya, Grandpaw, there’s sumthin’ to this new age grub!” Bruno pitched his two cents into the fray, muscles rippling with each bark.
The old dog replied with such a growl that even the nearby Bloodhound Bluffs would’ve cowered, “Humph, poutine – sounds French. In my day, you got a bone, and you were grateful.”
Now, any other dog might have backed down, but Bruno, bless his dauntless heart, was ready to go tooth and nail for Rex. It seemed the ripples of family discord had grown into mighty waves threatenin’ to capsize the whole Mastiff clan ship.
Enter yours truly. “If I may interject,” I commenced, smooth as a well-groomed Whippet, “Bruno, your zeal’s as commendable as a Saint Bernard in a snowstorm, but consider hearin’ the old timer out.”
Old Man Mastiff eyed me as I wagged a pensive tail, “What’s your stake in this, Cash? Speak your piece.”
“I reckon there’s room for a spot of change without forgettin’ where you buried your bones. Why, our town’s a testament to growin’ while holdin’ fast to what makes a dog a dog.” I dared a sly grin. “Besides, ain’t no rule says you can’t have your steak and eat poutine, too.”
The squabble simmered down to thoughtful musing – somethin’ short of a miracle in Pawsburgh. And just like that, without so much as a whiff of Spaniel Spaghetti or a sliver of Fido’s Feast, the Mastiffs were laughin’ and carryin’ on like the family thing was the simplest matter in the world.
That day I learned somethin’ mighty peculiar ’bout families – they’re a bit like my old rope toy, frayed and worn, but rest assured, they hold together through it all. Every fight, every peace-makin’ session, it’s all stitched in the fabric of togetherness.
Now, as the shadows grow long and the sky paints itself a dusky purple, I mosey back to Murphy’s Meadow, ponderin’ the day’s complexities. I reckon I’ll tug on that old rope toy a while, reminiscin’ about family, friends, and the never-endin’ tales woven here in Pawsburgh, one paw print at a time.
The End.
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