- Dog Tales
- January 12, 2024
Bone-digging in Pawsburgh: The Quest for the Milkbone of Montague: A Raphael PawWord Story
Hey pal, it’s me, Raph. Just unearthed the legendary Milkbone of Montague near Briard Bridge after a tussle with Spade the Jack Russell. Pawsburgh’s whispers were true—but let’s keep this between us. Who knew a city pup like me had it in him? All in a night’s work. Dreams are sweeter when they’re buried treasure. Tail wags, Raph 🐾🦴✨
In the dusky shadows of Pawsburgh, where the sun slinks away and the moon stands guard, a French Bulldog with a coat like midnight and splashes of stars trots along the cobbles of Schnauzer Street. Name’s Raphael. No last name because in this town, you’re either a good boy or you’re not. And me? I’m the best boy, or so my human says after a couple of her heart-achingly good pastries she bakes that I could only flirt with through long-distance sniffing.
But this isn’t about pastries. This is about bones. Not just any bone, mind you, but the Milkbone of Montague—lost to time and tail-wags, whispered among the kennels and day beds to be buried beneath the twisting roots of Briard Bridge. Legend or not, it hooked me like a leash to a collar. A bone to top them all—and it just might be real.
I’d just clicked out of Spa for Paws, nails trimmed, fur as smooth as the jazz oozing out of The Howling Husky Hardware Store’s backdoor speakeasy, when my old friend, Duchess—cross my heart, that’s her name—a cat with fur like fog and eyes like the last olive in the martini, mentioned, “Raphael, the talk of the town is the bone.”
I knew then and there, this was more than a mutter over chew toys. “Any pointers?” I asked.
She flicked her tail. “Paw over to Paw-tisserie. There’s a Beagle who might fold for a cream puff.”
I wagged my unworded thanks and sauntered down to said establishment. The Beagle caved like a cardboard box under a chubby pup—but not for puffs. No, this one had an eye for Canine Kabobs. A little nosh exchange here and there, and bark my words: the first clue nestled in my paws. But clues aren’t equipment. A shovel I needed. The Howling Husky was my stop.
Milo, the husky behind the counter rattling with hammers and wrenches, lifted his blue gaze at me. “Digging for trouble, Raphael?”
“Digging for history,” I replied. He liked that, his tail thrumming like a drum in agreement as he handed me the shovel. No cash exchanged, just a nod of respect.
Briard Bridge dispersed the fog as I approached, the echoes of my paws drowned by the symphony of the midnight crickets. The scent of dirt and whispers of rumors filled the air, twining with my anticipation. The spot was there, hallowed and heavy with secrets. I dug, shovel a faint shimmer in the moon’s melancholic gaze, the ghostly light my silent accomplice.
But then, trouble on four legs, a slip of a shadow, a Jack Russell with eyes too sharp for any good. “That’s far enough, Raphael,” he growled, his stance as tight as a leash two sizes too small.
“Sniff your way out of this, Spade,” I retorted, spitting his name out. A low moment, I admit, but don’t judge, friend.
We danced the ancient dance of growl and dodge. But with a sly move, like a cunning slap of a paw at a stray fly, I had him tumbling into the hole.
And there it was—beneath the chaos and clumps of earth—the Milkbone of Montague. A relic in my jaws, its worth unmeasurable, its taste—unknown. Only a tantalizing morsel of history to be savored in the tales told under the crescent’s wink.
So as I amble back to my porch, gazing at the unspeakable, grinning ‘neath the stars, think of this: In Pawsburgh, adventure’s but a bone’s throw away. Just be sure to return before the humans wake, and leave no trace but for the dreams woven into the moonlight’s soft cradle.
The End.
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