- Dog Tales
- March 5, 2024
From the Big House to Bulldog Bay: Leo’s Great Escape: A Leo PawWord Story
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Hey fam,
Just escaped Doggy Alcatraz! Accused of a treat heist I didn’t commit, I’ve played Houdini with a dash of furry elegance. Sammy’s my sidekick, the Thelma to my Louise. Our bust-out? A work of rain-soaked poetry. Now I’m soaking up freedom with my bud, plotting absolutely zilch. Cue the tail-wagging!
Licks and wags,
Kiki-boo šš¾āØ
There I was in the clink, the Big House, the Slammer. Yeah, a joint called Spencerville might masquerade as a slice of pet paradise, but let me tell ya, when you’re behind the pearly gates against your will, every lavish bone buffet is just another reminder of the freedom you ain’t got.
The rap against me? Well, that’s a doggone tale of woe. One mistaken identity crisisāsome terrier’s chicken got pinched, and suddenly I’m public enemy number uno. Seems that a black coat and a bold stance make you the lead suspect in every heist. But me? I got higher standards than to swipe another dogās snacks.
It’s a gorgeous day when it all goes down, sun splashing across the silver gates of Bulldog Bay. I’m lounging in the quiet majesty of the afternoon, the sunbeams coaxing melodies from my fur, when the Doggy Police trot up. Theyāre all uniform and business, not a hint of play in their eyes.
“You gotta come with us,” the big one growls, his badge a dull glint against his chest.
I could argue, put up a fight, but that ain’t my style. So, I let ’em lead me away to Doggy Detention, a place as dreary as Chihuahua Castle is cheerful. The irony aināt lost on me that I’m bunking next to the very essence of carnivorous delights ā Doggy Delight serves the best chicken in town, and there I am, with naught but a whiff through the bars.
In the Big House, my thoughts drift to Sammy, my crony in crimeless escapades. Sammy understands the art of leisure, the soul of subtlety. We’ve shared more quiet afternoons than there are fleas on a stray, basking in the sanctuary of each other’s company.
Sammy’s got an ear for the truth, so he knows I’m innocent. It’s not long before he’s pacing outside the joint hatchinā a plan, wise as they come.
“You gonna get outta here, Leo,” Sammy calls to me from the other side of the fence, smelling like freedom and fresh-cut grass. “This ain’t no place for you.”
In the depths of my cell, I lay my form across the cold floor, allowing a single bark to carry my yearning for the serenity of home. I don’t belong here; my caregivers, the sun, the strolls, seem like distant dreams.
I strategize. Patience has always been my play, coupled with a keen eye for opportunity. It ain’t strength I’m gonna need to spring this joint; itās smarts. I sniff out routines, guard shifts, the clickity-clack of the latch being undone. I note the subtle dance of light and shadow, marking time.
The break happens under the cover of a rowdy thunderstormānatureās very own harrowing soundtrack. Turns out, even the Doggy Police donāt fancy getting their fur ruffled by rain. I slip through the bars, my bulkier friends causing enough ruckus to cover my escape.
As I dash for Bulldog Bay, where Sammy awaits in the shadows, the storm roars its approval. Waves of rain crash over me, cleansing the scent of incarceration. Perhaps it’s dramatic to say itābut at that moment, with each droplet pelting against my coat, I feel reborn.
By the time the sunās golden fingers pry apart the heavy clouds, Iām back curled up with Sammy at Silver Siberian Summit, plotting our next caper of precisely nothing. The simple joy of a soft snoring by my side, the warmth of friendship wrapped around meāI reckon that’s real freedom. And until my family comes calling, there aināt no other place Iād rather be. But let me tell ya, Spencervilleās got its own sense of humor, and I, Leo, got a new tale to tell.
The End.
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