- Dog Tales
- February 16, 2024
Pawsburgh: Tales of Midnight Marauders and Bone Hoards: A Short legs PawWord Story
Hey Mom,
Sorry for the midnight text, but I just had to tell you! My pal Lily and I embarked on a legendary treasure hunt in Pawsburgh tonight. We braved Ridge’s rumors, dueled with my fears, and discovered that the journey’s worth way more than the mythical bone hoard ever could be. It’s one for the doggy history books! We’re safe and sound, bones or no bones, and that’s enough until tomorrow’s tails. đđž
Night,
Short Legs
In the heart of Pawsburgh, when the humans sleep and the moon casts a silver glow upon the quaint cobblestone streets, I, Short Legs, nubbin-tailed marauder of midnight revels, slip through the crack in the backyard fence. My coat, white as the day is long and smooth as a polished bone, reflects the night’s pallor as I saunter down to Papillon Promenade.
Tonight, my dear fluffy confederate, Lily, awaits me under the amber glow of the wrought iron lamp posts. She’s a mix of mystery and delight, much like a parfait from the famed Pup’s Parfait, but that’s a treat for another time.
Lily’s bark echoes through Lhasa Lane as I trot my way past The Woofy Bakery, the scent of fresh pup loaves wafting through the air, tickling my snout. “Short Legs!” she calls. I must feverishly disregard the primal urge to chase down the source of that hunger-inducing aroma. “Adventure awaits!” That’s Lily, always the one for grand exclamations.
Our rendezvous was no accident. It was whispered through the kennels that Ruby Rottweiler Ridge was the turf of a mythical hoarder of bones, a canine collector who never saw the light of day, shrouded in the mysteries of countless dog years. We made a pact beneath the crescent moon: to find that hoard and roll in its riches until dawn split the dark sky with its intrusive sunlight.
Dachshund’s Deli passed on our left, and a myriad of enticing fragrances spilled out. My taste buds sparked with the possibility of pickled bones, but on a night like this, my stomach was the least of my worries.
Our paws thudded rhythmically against the cobblestones as the ridge loomed closer. Each step was as syncopated as the racing heartbeat of a pup on his first car ride, windows down, ears flapping in jubilation. The imposing peak seemed out of place in our storied town, where the tallest tale was usually whether Old Man Schnauzer actually chased the mailman or it was the other way around.
At the summit, the promise of a bone hoard became ever more tangible, as much as the disdain I felt for that ghastly vacuum cleanerâits roar a spectral threat in the comfort of my sunlit kingdom.
An unearthly howl cut across the ridge, threatening to shake my very stubby legs. Lily’s usually unflappable form shivered next to mine. “Fear not!” I barked, more to convince myself than her. “We are but brave explorers at the edge of a misunderstood phenomenon.”
Before us stood a craggy fissure, a mouth agape with shadow. Inside, the bones were piled like silver coins in a dragonâs hoardâa treasure trove of marrow and memory. Courage, that familiar wellspring from which I’ve drunk many times before, surged within me. I descended into the hollow, my blue-black eyes, those twin orbs of night, adjusted to the void. Lily barked encouragement from above, citing every canine valorous instinct as I burrowed into the history of dogs past.
As I emerged, valor proven and adventures had, the bone hoard was not the legend it was whispered to be. But in Pawsburgh, the tale isn’t in the treasure. It’s in the journey, the extraordinary quest that led us there.
With the first hint of dawn painting the sky, Lily and I paraded back through Pawsburgh, our shadows long against the coming light. We were not merely dogs. No, we had become part of the ongoing epics that would be whispered through kennels and howled beneath streetlamps.
And I, Short Legs, returned to my cherished backyard as the sun licked the horizon, resigned once more to the peaceful solace of my human’s abode, until the night called again to new adventures and grand escapades in this magical town of Pawsburgh.
The End.
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