- Dog Tales
- January 7, 2024
The Whiskered Whodunit: A Bummah’s Tale of Justice and Escape: A Bummah PawWord Story
Hey buddy, you won’t believe my day – falsely accused of a steak heist thanks to my ball, did some time at the shelter, and with Whiskers the Siamese, I Sherlock Holmes’d my way out of that jam. Cleared my name, and justice is served, all without missing dinner. Pawsburgh’s Dawn Chaser strikes again! 🐾🕵️♂️🥩 – Bummah
As the first blush of dawn paints Pawsburgh with an amber hue, I, Bummah, the distinguished pitbull of Maple Grove, find myself in an unfamiliar pickle—an unjust collar at Pawsburgh Animal Shelter.
You see, while Pawsburgh was alight last night with the howls and barks of frolic, it seems a roguish feline had taken it upon itself to smuggle morsels of Mrs. Higglesworth’s prized steak from The Doggone Deli. An ill-placed paw, a misplaced blue rubber ball—mine, I admit—and suddenly, I’m the prime suspect! The ball, they say, was my calling card, found amidst the chaos of the pilfered steak. Preposterous!
Here I sit, recounting my predicament while lying on a bed not half as comfortable as the cool, autumn-strewn ground by my beloved maple grove. The scent of Mrs. Higglesworth’s cinnamon, once my perfume of choice, is now cruelly replaced by antiseptic and bland kennel fare. The whiff of chicken or apple pie, a fairytale from my past.
“Oh, Bummah,” murmurs Pepe, the Chihuahua, with all the solemnity a sunbathing connoisseur can muster. “If your ball is truly within the crime scene, then the evidence condemns you, my hefty friend.”
“Condemns me?” I reply with a chuckle, the bars cool beneath my paws. “Pepe, even you know a ball doesn’t a bandit make. The real thief yet walks on silent paws.”
Pepe sighs, his tiny frame dwarfed by the shadow of the prison wall. “But friend, without proof, your tail will wag no more along Papillon Promenade. You need a plan, a grand escape!”
A plan indeed. The daylight hours pass with the ticking of a clock only dogs can hear, each moment an eternity without the joy of a park chase or the familiar tug on my leash. I close my eyes, and the great escape unfolds before me.
Twilight beckons when The Pampered Pooch Salon’s neon sign begins to flicker. There, Whiskers, the aged Siamese, waits, his whiskers quivering with secrets of Pawsburgh’s underbelly.
“Hello, Bummah,” he purrs, slinking through the shadows. “I hear the park is less without you.”
“Whiskers, old chum, I need a favor,” I say with a wag. “A quest for truth and freedom.”
His eyes narrow, considering. “Risky business, but I’ve seen riskier.”
And so, our plan: While Pawsburgh’s unsuspecting inhabitants dine upon Doggie Diner’s delights and indulge in Pooch’s Pizzeria pepperoni dreams, Whiskers guides me from shadow to shadow, leading to a forgotten fence hole behind Fetch! Toys and Treats, where promised liberty beckons.
Escape teases me, freedom’s scent richer than any feast, yet in my heart, a niggle of honor bound by leash and law. I must clear my name, not simply run from it. And so, back into the night, I follow Whiskers, leaving no scent nor trail, save for the quiet promise of justice.
In the moon’s crescent embrace, the clues unravel before us. A hint of white fur, not my shade, by the deli. A fishbone, stolen desire of any cat, found amongst the chaos. And finally, a pawprint near my ball, too dainty for my robust form.
As Pawsburgh awakens, I stand vindicated, free to chase stream-side and bark in Pawsburgh’s dawn. The true steak stealer, a most mischievous feline from Emerald Eskimo Estuary, now sits behind bars, offering a sullen mewl of concession.
And so it goes, a tall tale for the annals of Pawsburgh’s lore, shared with a belly rub, told through playful head tilts, detailed in the language of wags—a portrait of life and friendship, with all its peculiar aversions and chicken-flavored dreams.
The End.
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