Hey Mom,

Spun a proper yarn by the shore and played the knight for Lady, the fairest Collie in Pawsburgh. With wit, wagging tails, and a bit of firework drama, I might’ve just snagged a heart. Bonus: no harm, no fowl, just pure Rizzo charm. I’m a lover AND a fighter, it seems! Give a belly rub to the folks back home.

Woofs & wags,
Wizro 🐾💖

I was born a roamer, me – Rizzo. They say I’m Yorkie with a dash of Dachshund, but I tell ya, I’m more spirit than breed. A bit of fluff and courage rolled into one, and I got a nose for sniffin’ out the bits of life that make a dog’s tail beat like the rhythm of a drum.

So there I was, amblin’ through the cobbled streets of Pawsburgh under the cloak of twilight, Neeko by my side. He shivered like one of those when they see a vet; poor lad’s a bit of a white-ruffled dandy, but he’s my comrade, through and through. We were headin’ to Beagle Bagels to stir up a bit of the ol’ romance in me life. You see, it was the day I decided to charm Lady, the coquettish Collie who had more suitors than Blue Basenji Bay has waves.

“Rizzo, you sure Lady’s gonna be there? It’s Setter Shore’s bonfire night,” Neeko stammered.

“Worry not, my faint-hearted buddy,” I quipped with a wink that held the sparkle of Blue Basenji itself, “Lady’s got a heart for a hero, and a bonfire’s nothin’ without a tale to spin by it.”

I pushed open the door to Beagle Bagels, and the smells of yeast and warmth hugged the air like sweet potato on my dinner plate. I ordered us a couple of wheat wagnuts, eyeing the door for Lady’s sashay.

As the bell chimed, in she trotted, all grace and golden fur. I straightened up like a soldier, tempting courage with a startle and a thump. Over she came, a vision of elegance, and I hoped just once I could get through it without a folly.

“Rizzo, darling, playing the knight today?” she said, batting those long lashes. Her voice was like music, if music tickled you right behind the ears.

“I reckon I can be,” I mustered, feeling Neeko’s wide-eyed gaze on me like an audience to a performer about to tumble off a wire.

I led Lady to the shore, the sand cool beneath our paws, and spun her the kind of stories even The Wagging Tail Bookstore would envy – daring rescues, heroic chases, jests and jaunts. With each yarn, I tossed my chew toy high into the night, catching it with a flourish.

Lady laughed, that melodic sound followed by a glance that could spin the moon in its orbit, and in that moment, with the firelight dancing across her amber eyes, I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d caught her heart.

But then, wouldn’t you know, a cacophony of fireworks crackled into the sky, shattering the peace like a dropped plate at Pooch’s Pizzeria. Poor Neeko cowered, and I, though trembling, stood tall, resolute to shield them from the noisy flurry.

Lady nestled against my fluffy side, her breath calm and warm against my ear. “My brave Rizzo,” she murmured.

Was it the romance of the night or the adrenaline’s dance that nudged us a paw closer to love? By the time the fireworks dimmed to whispers, the three of us sat companionably nibbled by sea foam and serenity.

In that instant, I knew. Even among the comedic chaos of life, romance doesn’t need ballads or booms but a gesture genuine and true, a paw to hold when the sky falls.

And so the day’s tale ends, not with a bark, but a nuzzle, as Rizzo the Black Yorkie-Dachshund mix captures a heart with nothing but his own spunky charm and a little help from the stars above Pawsburgh.

The End.

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