- Dog Tales
- January 17, 2024
*Pawsburg After Dark: The Howling Nightmare*: A Penny PawWord Story
Hey Mom,
Had THE wildest night ever in Pawsburg, beyond bonkers! Foggy detour into spookyville with Flip, faced down a nightmare at Pointer Pier AND out-howled a ghost. 🐾💀 Our town’s got layers, like an onion with a chew toy at its center. Paws still shaking but all’s tail-wagging now. Big licks and snoozles,
Penny 🐕💖✨
*From the Memoirs of Penny the Staffordshire Bull Terrier — A Pawsburgh Nightmare*
You think you know Pawsburg? I thought I did too. It’s where I strut my red and white fur, where Cavalier Cove’s waves lull you into serenity, and where Husky’s Hotcakes syrups up the dawn. But last night, I, Penny, stumbled upon a Pawsburg that… well, buckle up, pup.
It all started at The Wagging Tail Bookstore in the witching hour, when Flip, that blue and white Pitbull, nudged me awake with his balloon-fascinated snout. “Penny, I heard a howl from Dachshund Dale,” he whispered, his eyes big as saucers. “And it was no ordinary howl.”
Normally, I’d have ignored him, but Flip’s not one to spook easy. So off we went, the night eerily quiet, our steps treading into a fog that hadn’t been forecast. “This fog smells like wet dog,” I grumbled. Flip snorted back a silent laugh—always the joker, even when facing the unknown.
As we approached Dachshund Dale, a chill unfurled down my spine and I suddenly wished I’d stayed for another cuddle with my stuffed Cow.
Eerie shadows danced between the oaks, and the laughter of dinner time at Barking BBQ was gone, replaced with a silence that clawed at my brave furs. “Flip,” I said, my voice threading the needle between courage and that stitch of stubbornness, “let’s turn back, this is not our usual Pawsburg.”
He shook his head, toyed with his balloon. “We’re already here, Penny.”
But it was no longer Dachshund Dale. The trees, the paths… all transformed. The air crackled as if weathering a storm of invisible rain — my most disliked adversary. Even the grass beneath my paws felt alien, like walking on an unsteady pier where the boards moan in complaint.
“Pointer Pier?” I murmured, as a sudden realization splintered the fog. This was no ordinary Pawsburg; it was twisted, changed—the stuff of doggy nightmares.
Hearts thumping like drumming paws, we reached the ghostly outline of what seemed like Canine Couture Clothing. A mannequin dressed in a sparkly gown glared at us with button eyes, and then… it winked.
“Okay, that was creepy,” I barked, no longer caring if my voice betrayed my terror.
“We’ve got to stick together, Penny,” Flip said, his own fear leather-tough in his voice.
If I hadn’t known every cobble and corner of Pawsburg, I’d have thought we were lost. But with every landmark disfigured and scary, I realized even the bravest dog could become disoriented in a world where Hotcakes seem horrific.
And then it struck, a howl so piercing it froze my tailbone mid-wag. Flip and I darted toward Mastiff’s Meals, or the ghastly version of it. A wraith-like figure, all mist and menace, swirled before us, its howling a dreadful serenade.
“I have been lonely,” it whimpered, its voice a gust of wind through dying leaves. “Won’t you stay… forever?”
Flip’s whimper almost broke me. Almost.
“No dice,” I growled, summoning every ounce of my obedience training to resist the command. “We belong to the real Pawsburg, not this hound’s hallucination!”
Drawing a deep breath, I imagined the joys of home—tug-of-war, my beloved stuffed Lamb, the aftertaste of peanut butter—a place devoid of puny rain attacks. I envisioned the comforting dryness of familiarity and warmth.
The wraith wailed, the nightmare seemed to shatter like a bad dream at the break of day.
When the mist cleared, Flip and I found ourselves back at Dachshund Dale, the first fingers of dawn tickling the horizon.
“We’re… We’re back,” Flip gasped.
I nodded, my red nose still glowing stubbornly against the night’s cold. We didn’t speak of it much after — some stories are best left to turn to mist. But let’s just say, every time the sun sets, I no longer see Pawsburg as just the land of cavorting canines, but as a place where even a loyal Staffordshire Bull Terrier can get the scare of her nine lives.
The End.
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