- Dog Tales
- January 18, 2024
Barks & Quests: A Fairy Tale Adventure in Pawsburgh: A Que PawWord Story
Hey Ma,
Today I embodied the valiant Sir Que, jousting with gravity and rogue squirrels in a legendary quest to rescue my noble steed (okay, it’s a soccer ball) from the clutches of the Oak of Grand Tales. Spoiler: I emerged victorious, and my belly is full of triumph (and Barking BBQ ribs). Pawsburgh’s never short on adventure or laughs – who knew being a dog could be such an epic tale?
Tail wags and snoot boops,
Que 🐾👑
Once upon a typical day in Pawsburgh, where the sun graced every furry brow with warmth and every wagging tail wrote sonnets in the air, I, Que the White Bulldog, awoke with a particularly notable spring in my step. A day of adventure beckoned me from my cozy dog bed, as surely as if it had whispered promises of steak and squeaky toys in my twitching ears.
In my world, I’m a bit of a local celebrity, not to tut my own horn (largely because I lack opposable thumbs and thus, find horn-tutting a tad challenging). But as you’re with me now, prancing through the lush verdure of Mr. Whipple’s Park, you’ll see it’s not so much a park as it is my personal kingdom.
Here, the game is always afoot—or, more accurately, apaw. My self-appointed royal duty is the endless pursuit of rogue squirrels, capricious critters that zigzag with a snarkiness rivaled only by their bushy-tailed audacity. Yet today, the squirrels seem to be plotting a different sort of adventure, one that smells distinctly like… a fairytale retelling.
You see, my dear human, in Pawsburgh, we run on the currency of stories. And today, as the heady scent of destiny fills the air, I’m reminded of an old fairytale that began with a chase through an enchanted forest. Except, in this version, the enchanted forest is my park, and the protagonist is yours truly, with perhaps a tad more drool.
Past Onyx Otterhound Oasis I sprint, my four stout legs pounding the earth with a rhythm that feels like rolling thunder. My comrades-in-paws, Muffin and Duke, follow in what could generously be called a chase – though Duke’s idea of a chase has more in common with a leisurely promenade.
Just as I round the bend past Setter Shore, the lush panorama of Garnet Greyhound Grove unfolded before us, with the siren call of Sniffer’s Sandwiches drifting across the breeze. But no, we will not be swayed from our quest by the enticing aromas. Not when there’s a damsel in distress!
Okay. So the damsel in this particular case happens to be my slightly deflated soccer ball, which, by a bizarre twist of fate, has ended up stuck high in the Oak of Grand Tales next to my favorite dining establishment, Pooch’s Pizzeria.
How the ball became lodged in the oak’s branches is today’s mystery because last I checked, soccer balls do not spontaneously develop the ability to fly. Or do they? A hedgehog told me they might, but then, hedgehogs are notorious for their outlandish theories.
“A quest!” Muffin yapped excitedly, her tail a tiny propeller.
“A quest,” I grunted. A knight errant—and occasionally just plain errant—must do what destiny dictates. But first, a smidge of sustenance! A quick detour to Barking BBQ is necessary. A knight must face their challenges on a full stomach, and these ribs are legendary.
Refreshed and slightly rounder around my middle, I embarked upon the task. Up I leapt, my eyes fixed on my prize, my jowls slapping against the wind with a charming disregard for gravity. And with a gallant, albeit somewhat graceless flurry, I succeeded.
There it was, my beloved soccer ball, returned to earth, and as I galloped victoriously around the oak, I pondered the moral of our tale. Was it about the journey, the destiny, or the friends alongside whom you prance? Perhaps it was about finding magic in the mundane or simply never giving up on what brings you joy. Or maybe, just maybe, it was about steak. Yes, definitely steak.
With the ball tucked safely under my arm, I ambled home to dream of tomorrow’s escapades, thinking to myself, “Life in Pawsburgh is good, but with friends and a bit of imagination, it’s positively fairy-tale-like.”
The End.
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