- Dog Tales
- March 7, 2024
Tales of Tails: The Howlin’ Hounds Take the Stage: A Trooper PawWord Story
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Hey Mom, just a quick bark to let you know, I stole the show at Pawsburgh High’s Pet School Musical! 🎶 My debut as a crooning canine lead with The Howlin’ Hounds was epic. 🐾🌟 Overcame a few hiccups like a Beagle’s busted drum and stage fright, but we turned it into a howl of a hit! Ended the night on a high note, literally. 🎤 Love, Trooper. (P.S. Terrier Tacos are happening – victory never tasted so good!) 🌮😉✨
Sneaking a peek through the white picket fence, I knew today was the day—Pawsburgh High’s annual Pet School Musical was upon us, and oh boy, did my tail wag in anticipation! Hi there, I’m Trooper, your spotty, scholarly, four-legged narrator, with eyes mirroring the morning sky.
I trotted down Bichon Boulevard, my heart singing a tune of excitement that swelled beyond my white fur with whimsical brown spots. This wasn’t just any day; it was the day we, The Howlin’ Hounds, made our bark in musical history.
Milton, robust in body and spirit, greeted me with a bark that could wake the whole of Spaniel Springs. “Are you ready, Trooper?” he asked, his brindle spots a blur as he wiggled with excitement.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, my voice bubbling with a melody of its own.
We arrived at Puppy Plate, the unofficial meeting spot of the Pet School Musical committee, where the scent of bacon weaved through the air like a siren song. But today, I trotted past the temptation; I had a pre-show ritual at Canine Couture Clothing—nothing like a good silk scarf to elevate a performance.
“Looking sharp, Trooper!” barked Miss Poodle from behind the register, her curls bouncing in approval.
I winked, keenly aware of Nora Ephron’s wisdom: “Everybody loves a crisp white shirt and a little panache never hurt anybody.”
We convened behind the shell-pink gates of Pawsburgh High, a place where every dog had their day. Our band, including Milton and me, was a motley crew—a Beagle on drums, a Chihuahua tickling the ivories, and a Newfie, whose deep howl could only be balanced by the high notes I sang.
Today’s hurdle? Costume malfunctions—a Beagle with a busted drum pedal and stage fright for our pianist. But we were more than performers; we were a pack, and packs stick together through thick and thin, mended costumes, and jangled nerves.
“You’ve got this,” I assured our Chihuahua, who trembled like a leaf in a storm. “Just imagine the audience is a bunch of fire hydrants.”
I don’t know if it was the absurdity of my advice or the sincerity in my voice, but it worked. As showtime crept closer with the sun dipping below Basenji Bay, putting on a golden display that would make the stars envious, we took our positions on stage.
Then, the curtain rose.
Music flowed through us like a river breaking the banks. I sang with the fervor of a dog who knew every bark, every leap, every tail wag was a note in our grand symphony. The pianist found her courage, her paws a blur over black and white. The Beagle’s beat became our heartbeat, and the Newfie’s howl, well, it made the moon envious.
We were electric, alight with the fire of camaraderie and creativity as Pawsburgh High’s gymnasium transformed into our Broadway. The crowd, a patchwork of every tail wag and snout, was on their paws, howling for an encore. Even Doggie Diner had sent over their special Puppy Patties in support—this was Pawsburgh, where every dog had a place at the table.
As the final note soared, I realized—it’s not the bright lights or the roaring applause that makes a star, it’s the love for the craft and the joy shared among friends.
Heck, Miss Ephron, you were right—it’s all about the story. And every dog in Pawsburgh, from Bichon Boulevard to Basenji Bay, they had stories worth howling from the rooftops.
Sorry, gotta dash—Milton’s suggesting celebratory Terrier Tacos, and who am I to say no to that? After all, tomorrow is just another day in the life, filled with a thousand more tales to tell.
The End.
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