- Dog Tales
- January 7, 2024
Through the Lamppost’s Portal: A Tail-Wagging Time Adventure in Pawsburgh: A Trixie PawWord Story
Hey, just wanted to wag a tail at ya! 😜 I’m Trixie, the time-hopping hound of Pawsburgh! By night, I sniff out history with my pals Max and Luna under bizarre lampposts (which are totally portal potties, FYI). We’ve tangoed through time zones, snacked on past patisserie delights and faced off with dapper dogs of yesteryear. I’m a four-legged diplomat to bygone days, a rover of realms, and back in time for breakfast! Stories to chase, dreams to fetch – catch ya after the next midnight bell! 🐾✨ – Trix ‘The Whisker’
One day in Pawsburgh, as the clock struck midnight – you know, the time when hoomans drift to dreamland, leaving the realm of reality behind – something rather unusual tickled my whiskers. A scent? No. A sound? Closer, but not quite. It was the air itself, tingling with the electricity of an impending adventure. I, Trixie, with my white and tan ears perking at attention and my furry tail metronome signaling my delight, bounded out of my blue abode on Honeycomb Lane.
“Blasted citrus,” I murmured to myself, dodging the ever-so-offensive lemon-scented candles Sam had left lit. (Don’t get me wrong; Sam is the bee’s knees, but his choice in scents could use a dog’s consult.) My paws carried me to the heart of Pawsburgh, where a shimmering, rather peculiar lamppost stood near Spitz Spire, casting a suspicious glow.
Max and Luna awaited beneath its flickering light, dapper as a monocle and as adventurous as an untamed stream, respectively. “Trixie, we were beginning to think you’d chosen snoozing over snooping,” Max quipped with a grin.
Luna’s nose, already caked in the day’s explorations, twitched. “The thingamajig is acting up again,” she said, pointing toward what I now saw was more than just a lamppost.
I eyed the contraption. “A portal potty!” I exclaimed. “And we’re just the trio to test its limits.”
Without further ado (because what adventure ever started with ‘ado’?), we nose-dived into the lamppost’s kaleidoscopic embrace. It whirred and clicked like a squirrel caught in a tin can, and before you could say ‘fetch,’ we’d been whirled away.
“You call this traveling?” I barked as we landed, tumbling like laundry in a spin cycle. “I’ve had smoother rides in the back of a mail truck.”
We were in no Pawsburgh of our own time, and as we shook off the dizzying effects of time-hopping, we absorbed the city in its vintage best. Luna pointed to a sign reading “Puppy Patisserie – Est. 1920.” “This must be a taste of the past! Let’s scavenge for some grub, agreed?”
“Not a whiff of citrus to be sniffed,” I declared, my nose taking in the delectable aroma of bygone baked treats. We pranced on, tails high, swagger as only dogs of another era can muster.
The collars and cuffs at Pooch’s Pub gawked as if we were the cat’s pajamas. “Visitor, are we?” huffed one tweed-clad terrier.
“You could say we’re the ambassadors of tomorrow,” I retorted with a wink. “And I must say, the past sure knows how to cook a chicken strip.”
Our adventure spanned epochs, each warp in time sending us through the woofs and wefts of history. From Pawsburgh’s prehistoric bark ages, where the name ‘Pooch’s Pizzeria’ seemed a far-fetched fantasy, to a cosmic future, where Whippet Way was but a hologram under our paws.
Finally, the thrill of yesteryear lending a luster to our fur, we cornered our quirky lamppost on Ruby Rottweiler Ridge. “Time to punch our return tickets,” Luna said, her dirt-smudged snout never looking more noble.
A spin, a blur, and a leap later, we were back on familiar cobblestone streets as morning light kissed Pawsburgh’s rooftops. Max and Luna departed with mutual tail wags, leaving me to ponder our escapade over Sam’s special chicken strips – the true taste of home.
“I’ve stories to spin,” I thought, “tales to tangle in the dreams of my cherished hooman.” And with a mischievous twinkle in my eye, I sauntered back to my cozy corner, eagerly awaiting the next midnight chime.
The End.
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