Hey, just got back from a stroll that turned into a tail I can scarcely believe. Met a ghostly Beagle, Bo – yeah, like a real specter with tales of lost love and otherworld barking wisdom. Turns out, my paws are now part of an otherworldly romance unfolding under the stars. Pawsburg’s most grounded pup might just be the key to a love story that spans the here and the beyond! I’ll keep you posted. 🐾 – koKo

Oh, the tender juiciness of watermelon, but alas, this is not a tale of luscious fruit—it’s about a night as peculiar as a vegan bone at Bark Buffet. The romantic stirrings in Pawsburg have a tang only matched by the citrus I disdain. Yes, it’s I, Koko, the Tree Walker Coonhound-Australian Shepherd hybrid extraordinaire, with an account that’ll frizz your fur and tickle your tails.

Upon an evening steeped in moonlight, I ventured to Schnauzer Street, where the shadows played tag with the lampposts. I had planned to catch up with Whisker at The Furry Friends Art Gallery, brushing up on our canine impressionism, but then, something quite out of the ordinary plucked at my senses.

As I marveled at the mystical allure of Quartz Qimmiq Quarter, the air seemed alive with a magic that made the tips of my ears buzz. There he was, in the radiant flesh—a ghostly Beagle named Bo, his coat almost translucent, his eyes pools of eternity. I’d heard whispers of Bo’s tale—a romance that once raced through Mastiff Meadows like a fast-spreading wildflower bloom, tragically plucked before its time.

I approached him, my four paws seemingly moving on their own accord, and there was no going back. “Evening,” I barked softly, caught between eloquence and a squeak. His reply was a soft howl, not a mournful one, but an aria that spoke of years gone by and love that didn’t know the word “die.”

We trotted to The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium; a place I frequented less than the vet. There, the glimmer in his eye spotlighted a collar. It wasn’t just any collar, but one that shimmered with an ethereal glow. “It belonged to Luna,” he whispered. “My Luna was the moon to my earth, the howl to my bark.”

“And you lost her? Like, lost-lost? Or ‘my human packed her off to a relative’s farm’ lost?” If there’s one thing I’ve inherited from the Australian Shepherd side, it’s candor.

“‘Lost’ doesn’t capture the emptiness,” his spectral tail drooping slightly.

We took a seat on a bench at the edge of Doggone Deli, conversing between the ebb and flow of the otherworldly patrons out on their midnight strolls. I never took much stock in these otherworldly affairs—I mean, the spookiest I got was Halloween costume contests, and even then, I was a hot dog with a minimal sense of irony.

But there was something about this phantasmal figure—the way he looked past the surface, seeing the marrow of the world. He spoke of the afterlife like it was Pawprint Pizzeria; except, you know, with fewer anchovies. In his presence, I felt a tingle in my paws, a pull toward an adventure greater than any field romp.

“And what of you, Koko? What brings a living soul to flirt with the echoes of a howl?” Bo’s inquiry stirred the air, as though his voice carried the weight of life and beyond.

I pondered, pushing around the idea as I would my beloved deflated soccer ball. “I certainly wasn’t looking for a spectral suitor,” I chuckled, “but curiosity is in my blood. And at times like these, even an enigma such as myself can’t resist the pull of a good mystery—or an unfinished love story.”

We ambled back to Mastiff Meadows, my new ghostly companion and I. Under the celestial tapestry, I was learning the true shape of my heart—wild as my breed, and now, perhaps, a touch haunted. It was a romance unfurling like a spirit in the wind, and there was something decidedly irresistible about being part of a love story that defied the physical plane.

“So, Bo,” I ventured as we sat beneath an ancient oak, “tell me more about Luna and the phantom goodnight kisses beneath the Moon’s watchful eye.” He began, and I listened, two souls entwined by the inexplicable, our story just beginning to bloom under Pawsburg’s enigmatic sky.

The End.

Share This Story: