- Dog Tales
- April 12, 2024
Roxy’s Ruff and Regal Night: A Canine Cinderella Tale: A Roxy PawWord Story
Hey Mom đđŸ Just wanted to tell you I’m living a real-life doggy fairytale here in Spencerville! I traded sunbathing for ballroom dancing and outsparkled every pup with the shiniest collar at the grand ball. đ Lost my drool-worthy tennis ball, but found a princely whippet and we’ve become the wildest duo this side of the fire hydrant. Life’s a fetchâcatch you with more tails soon! đŸđđ¶ Toodles, Roxy Foo-Foo đ©âš
Once upon a “tail,” beneath a cotton candy sky in the neverending twilight of Spencerville, I bounded through the whimsical gates of Western Labradoodle Lake, feeling much like Goldilocks, but furrier and with a penchant for chicken nuggets. I’m Roxy, by the way, four paws and a heart full of adventure.
Life around here is like a buffetâyou never know what you’re gonna get, but it’s usually chicken-flavored. My mornings were booked solid with sunbathing sessions at White Westie Woods, playdates at Dalmatian Desert, and fine dining on cereal at Pup-Cakes. It was around mid-morning nap time when the first tickle of oddness nuzzled my nose. Things were about to get, wellâfairytale-ish.
Today, I had the inkling to make a twist on the classicâbrace yourselvesâa canine Cinderella story. Cue the magic, no need for a fairy-dogmother; I’ve got enough sass and spirit to make my own bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Let’s take it from the top, shall we?
There I was, licking the last remnants of a peanut butter dream off my snout when Sammy came bouncing by with news hotter than a fresh pile of… well, you know. The palace announced a grand ball, and all the tails of the town were wagging. “Even common mutts can attend,” Sammy panted, our twin grins like bookends to a tale of epic shenanigans.
The catch? Every pooch needed to wear the fanciest collar. I rolled my eyes so hard, I almost saw my brain. I mean, collars? Please. I’m more of a pull rope kind of gal, a tug-warrior, the Serena Williams of the rope-pull circuit. But if a collar was my ticket to the ball, you bet your last biscuit I was going to shine.
The Whiskers and Wings caterers were all aflutter, the fountain flowed with an endless cascade of beef broth, and the disco ball at the Pup ‘n’ Go Taco Joint spun like the head of a confused squirrelâthis was to be a night like no other. And there I stood, at the chic threshold of The Groom Room, ready to trade my laid-back attitude for a night of elegant frills.
“Get me the shiniest collar,” I told the poodle manning the counter, with a wink and a swish of my tail.
It went just as you’d expectâthe clock struck midnight, and I booked it out of there after a boisterous romp, leaving behind… yep, you guessed it, not a glass slipper but my all-time favorite, drool-covered tennis ball. I could hear the princely whippet howling as I splash-dashed through the puddlestrewn streets. “Who does this ball belong to? Who could possibly fit such a perfectly slobbery, well-chewed sphere?”
Well, every pooch and their mother tried to claim it. I smugly strolled in the following day, my pull rope swagger on full display.
“That’s mine,” I announced, a toothy grin spreading under my snoot. “Want a tug-of-war to prove it?”
The laughter bubbled up like the best kind of effervescence, the princely whippet leaning on his haunches, overcome with chuckles.
“I should’ve known,” he wagged, eyes sparkling like dewdrops on a spider’s web. “Only Roxy has that much spunk.”
So, the pull rope princess and the ball-chasing whippet became the talk of the town, our adventures more entwined than spaghetti and meatballs. Together, we raced through Spencerville, raising tails and spirits higher than Pup-Cakes’ soufflĂ©s. Who said your story should end when a shoeâor okay, a slobber-saturated tennis ballâfits?
We were just getting started, pages of furred tales tumbling open, our hearts thumping in anticipation of tomorrows filled with endless fun and an ever-present sense that the best reunionsâeven with those two-legged creatures we adoredâwere simply a matter of “when” not “if.” And now, the “befurred” and “aftail?” Well, that’s another story waiting to be tail-wagged.
The End.
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