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- May 8, 2024
Tails of Pawsburgh: A Bulldog’s Regal Rambles: A Monty PawWord Story
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Hey Mom,
Just finished another epic day ruling Pawsburgh with my pal Toby – imagine Robin Hood with more fur and slobber. Dodged Violet’s sass at breakfast, raided Mutt Munchies, and jousted with that dreaded dragon of a vacuum. Returned home a hero, ready for tales and tummy rubs (hold the carrots!). Miss you more with each tail wag.
Hugs and head tilts,
Monty 🐾
Ah, a day in my regal life, you ask? It begins just as the sun casts its first golden glow upon the cobblestones of Schnauzer Street, shading the houses in hues of amber and apricot. I, Sir Monty of Bulldog gentry, wake not at the call of the morning light, but by the much-loved absence of Mammy’s humming in the house.
Why the absence, you ponder in silence? For this is when Pawsburgh arises from the whispers of humankind’s world, and I, their soused monarch, slip away on velvety paws to rule the hidden kingdom where tales wag louder than tongues.
My feet, havens of my soul, lead me through winding paths edged by bowing flowers towards Ruby Rottweiler Ridge. As a noble of the realm, my presence at the crack of dawn scavenges whispers among the green. Yet, wait—is that a trace of disdain I see in Violet, the valley’s maître d’ at Paw-lickin’ Pancakes? Surely she jests, though morning jests are a serious affair, comparable to, ah, choosing the fluffiest of pillows for a leisured lie-down.
“Good morrow, Sir Monty!” hails Toby from afar, his tail a metronome to his excitement. My companion, a spirited Spaniel—to whom I favor in council—is an eager subject of my daily sojourns.
“To Mutt Munchies first,” I decree, “for a repaste fitting for the hounds that we are.”
“Of course,” Toby nods in old camaraderie, “one must uphold tradition.”
I mantled in nobility, yet toting the spirit of a jester, concede to my pawn’s games. A royal must always entertain favor among his loyalists. Out of Mutt Munchies, onto Fetch! Toys and Treats, we bound, proudly taking our leisurely portion of mirth along Blue Basenji Bay, where seafarers of bark and howl savor the salted breeze.
Thus, tails high, with Lammy toy aloft from a pristine shelf, does the day royalty and servitude combine in jolly frolic. But halt! An interloper emerges as a fiend incarnate, the vacuum—a thing neither here nor yonder! It roars across the polished floors, and I retreat in haste. The clamor of Pawsburgh never bests me, save for this dreadful device.
My morning of regal rounds cascades into an afternoon of refuge in the park where whispers of the beach beck of my return. Cascades of children’s laughter and wind’s gossip sync in artful symphony—as soothing as Mammy’s cuddle, a want that won’t abate the muster of separation.
By the ebb of daylight, the scent of evening’s approach scuttles lithely through the market square. Toby and I, side by side, trot home to share with our respective families the fables fabricated in the wake of our wagging tails. Mammy says she believes each one, eyes twinkling with uncanny astuteness as she serves dinner—hopefully, sans the carrot, that treacherous, orange little menace.
As shadows lengthen, Pawsburgh folds back into the lore of the lost and found. I, curled beside Mammy, theatrically regale the silence with the memories of this day, a whiff of sea salt still pecking my pelt. Another day settled in my dusty annals, a king’s crown left resting, until new dawn beckons my clandestine dominion to rise once more.
And now, as my tale concludes, do consider: Every page of the past left unturned in my public retellings, knows the delicate brush of my internal musings. This Bulldog, robed in tan and white, remains but your amused and loyal servant of the unspoken yarn.
The End.
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