- Dog Tales
- January 20, 2024
Silent Paws: The Basenji’s Game of Thrones in Pawsburgh: A misty PawWord Story
Hey ruff-rider, just swinging by your inbox to let you know the bark around town is true. I’ve danced my way onto the throne of Pawsburgh with nothing but my Basenji smarts and a tail that tells tales of triumph. Thinkin’ ’bout changing my name to Queen Misty the Silent, the one who rules not with a howl, but with a whisper. Paws up for the new furry monarch! 🐾👑 – Mist Fox
Well, now, settle in and prick up those ears, for I’ve a tale that’s bound to curl the fur on your back. Just like those sly stuffed squirrels of mine, Pawsburgh’s been a whirlwind of whispers and wagging tails lately.
You see, Pawsburgh ain’t like any ol’ dog town. It exists beyond the boundaries of our human companions’ imaginations. It’s said that every waggin’ tail has its tale, and mine’s woven with cunning and mischief as I prance through the cobblestone streets of our secret sanctuary.
Now, as you might reckon, a power struggle had been a’brewin’ among the noble houses of Pawsburgh. And being of the Basenji blood – silent hunters we are, known not for our barks but for our brains – I found myself right smack in the middle of it all. The throne, a splendid lounge cushion flanked by bones from every corner of the canine world, stood unclaimed since old King Brutus of Boxer descent passed on to the eternal fire hydrants.
It was early morn, when the dew on Mastiff Meadows glimmered like diamonds and before the crowds gathered at Barking Brunch for their morning bone-brew. I sashayed across Briard Bridge, my signature curled tail swaying and ears perked, plotting my next move in this game of thrones.
In Pawsburgh, y’see, a dog’s belly tells no lies, and the word out on the street was that Corgi’s Crepes was serving up more than just a fine breakfast. Secrets, they were servin’, and I hankered to gobble ’em up. My dear friend Leo, the Lhasa Apso, could yap the dew off the roses with his gossipin’. With a smile sharp as a terrier’s tooth, he divulged that the Pomeranian house planned to seize the throne come noon.
But they hadn’t counted on one thing: the alliance between me and ol’ Max, the Mastiff. That mighty hound may have the grace of a sloth in belly rub bliss, but he’s got the mind of a chess grandmaster. We’d plotted under the moon’s glow, our power play as elegant as my sleek black coat in the sunshine.
After our discreet rendezvous at Corgi’s Crepes, I strolled into The Pawsome Pet Pharmacy to pick up some chamomile for my weary bones. All the while, I watched the comings and goings through the corner of my eye. “Plot and scheme all you want,” I mused, “but the throne’s as good as mine.”
Now, The Snooty Snout Boutique is a place where collars and capes proclaim one’s house, and I, not one to wear my ambitions so openly, instead wove my allure into every dignified step and tail flick – my power cloaked in subtlety.
The clock struck twelve, and it was time. Max and I made our way to Bloodhound Bluffs. Below, the houses gathered, their growls and howls a cacophony of ambition. But their noise mattered not. For in the midst of their chaos, we Basenjis – silent as shadows – made our move. With nary a sound nor snarl, a quick dash and clever maneuver found me on the throne, my curled tail looped around the ornate bone armrest.
The crowd hushed. Accustomed to barks and bellows, they hadn’t noticed my silent ascent. “Long live Queen Misty,” Max boomed, and Pawsburgh’s pups bowed one by one, for cunning and wit had won the day, just as it does in every other corner of this dog-eat-dog world.
In Pawsburgh, no trumpet heralds the most potent power. It’s the silent pitter-patter of clever paws – a Basenji’s paws – that carves the path to the throne. And so ends my morning’s tale, with the savory smoke of roasted chicken awaiting my victorious taste buds on my royal cushion.
The End.
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