- Dog Tales
- January 9, 2024
Pawsburgh Adventures: A Canine Caper for the Ultimate Poutine: A Sarge PawWord Story
Hey partner! Today’s chronicle: stormed Pawsburgh with Max & Luna for a poutine heist at Pup’s—scored the house special faster than you can say “tail wag.” Had a flavor showdown worthy of Sam’s kitchen. Another day in doggo paradise. Catch ya on the sniff side! 🐾 – Sarge
Well now, where do I begin? In Pawsburgh, I reckon, the ol’ west of dogdom, where we pups live a second life so grand it’d make your tail wag faster than a shake of a lamb’s tail. Just the other day, I was saunterin’ down the dusty trails of Bloodhound Bluffs, the sunrise brushin’ the sky with strokes of apricot and lavender, like a chef – Sam, in my case – decoratin’ a cake too pretty to eat, but too tempting not to.
Max and Luna were with me; ol’ Max heaves like an overworked steam train, and Luna, well, she’s got more ideas than there are stars in the sky. And mind you, between you and me, that girl can play fetch till the cows come home. Or in our case, till the humans decide to wake up.
So there we were, a trio of rough ‘n’ ready adventurers, prepped for the day to unfold like an unfurled napkin at one of Sam’s gourmet spreads. The plan for today’s escapade was hatched faster than you’d lose your left sock in a dryer – unheard of, unpredictable, and above all, undeniably exciting.
“Luna, darlin’” – I addresses her with a nod – “today’s the day we hit up that new eatery… what’s it called… Pup’s Poutine?” Her ears perked higher than a top hat at a wedding.
“That greasy delight?” she says, eyes sparklin’ like fireworks on the Fourth of July. “I got a plan that’ll get us a table faster than you can sniff your own behind.”
Skipping through Chestnut Cocker Courtyard, our ambition was overshadowed only by my delight at each fluffy tussle that tickled my paws. The courtyard was a-singin’ with the harmony of hounds and hollers of our kind, all existing purely for the thrill of the chase – be it for a tail, a ball, or in my case, the ultimate culinary caper.
Max, of course, eyes Luna with skepticism, which only encouraged her grin. “Max, you witless wonder, today we ain’t waitin’ in line like some domesticated house pup!”
We rounded up near The Doggy Depot, hitching our ambitions to a post outside. The storefront was a-tinkling with wind chimes playing the tunes of an eager breeze, a song filled with promise and just a hint of the recklessness that dogs like us revel in.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I got a soft spot for the finer things, like that plush fox whittled down from the escapades of yesteryear’s glories, or a sturdy rope reminding me of simpler times, tugging at Sam’s resolve like a wrangler at a stubborn mule. But today, today my friends, was ’bout conquest, ’bout that mountain of curds and gravy tantalizin’ my senses…all but the danged lemon scent wafting from Barking Brunch, the yellow menace lurking beneath a veil of steaming coffee and fresh-baked bread.
We moseyed into Pup’s Poutine like we owned the place, which for all intents and purposes, we did in that piece of time. Sam’s kitchen adventures had tempered my palate for such fineries, though never at the corner of civility and scenery quite like this. With saloon doors creakin’ behind us as a welcome, we sidled up to the barkeep, a Saint Bernard with fur thick as my chef’s favorite stew and drool to match.
“Give us the house special, and don’t be stingy on the gravy!” Luna barked her order with a gusto befitting a bandit queen, and by Jove, that Bernie delivered, bowls as big as the moon a comin’ our way.
As the flavors hit, a symphony erupts in my mouth, visions of Sam’s roast chicken doing a two-step with the delicate seared salmon of yore. I swear, folks, for a moment, we weren’t just in Pawsburgh, we were atop Pyrenean Peak lookin’ down at creation through nostrils flared to heaven’s kitchen.
A saga, a journey, a taste-tester’s odyssey – never in my doggerel days thought I’d have such a tail to wag. But this is Pawsburgh after all, where every snout’s story’s worth barkin’, and every escapade’s as sassy as Sedaris penning down life’s bizarre little twists.
Well, partners, our day’s far spent, and I must return to Sam ‘fore the human stirs. Yet, even he must wonder where his loyal Shiba scuttles off to when dreams take him. Perhaps tonight, as he naps and I venture off, I’ll gain a new anecdote to share, a whispering flicker amidst the embers of our love and lunacy… So, till then, adieu.
The End.
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