- Dog Tales
- May 14, 2024
Looped Pawsburgh: Tales of a Time-Traveling Poodle: A Nani PawWord Story
Heyo! 😁 Nani here, ‘The Infinite Pawsburgh Protagonist’ – living the same sunny, tail-wagging day on repeat in a town run by dogs. From bacon delights at Pooch’s Pub to storm staring showdowns, I’m turning ground-dog day into a masterpiece of mutt merriness. Finding joy in the predictable, mastering nuances, and rolling in the grassy meadows until the stars say ‘nap time’. Pawsburgh’s loop may be tightly leashed, but this poodle’s spirit isn’t. Bark at you tomorrow! Same time, same place. 🐾 – Nani
Every morning begins the same in Pawsburgh, with the sun peeking over Bloodhound Bluffs and casting golden hues across Schnauzer Street. As the world yawns and stretches into wakefulness, I find myself, as if by some cosmic jest, once more atop Cavalier Cove’s grand hill, overlooking the town that dogs built.
It’s peculiar, this semblance of déjà vu that doesn-… Wait, that’s exactly what it is. The days here, unlike my frisbee, appear to have no inclination to move forward. They instead chase their tail, repeating with astonishment precision. It’s ground-dog day in Pawsburgh, and I, Nani the Silver/Black Poodle, seem to be the only one privy to it.
On this perpetually recurring day, I make my way to Pooch’s Pub, attended by the friendliest Spaniel bartender, whose name ebbs in and out of memory like a dream one can’t fully recollect.
“Morning, Nani!” he barks cheerfully. “The usual?”
Like clockwork. A bowl of crispy bacon and a side of apple slices – heavenly, and, in fairness, one aspect of the day I could go through a hundred times with wagging approval. I crane my neck, catching a whiff of something lemony and instinctively recoil. The Spaniel’s laugh echoes through the establishment each time, as if it were the first.
The day ambles on. I stroll down to The Groom Room, where a Pomeranian manicurist clips my nails with the precision of a sculptor. Her stories, though curiously identical each day, never lack entertainment. Poodles Pasta beckons next, because one must always support local businesses – even if time is trapped in a strange, ethereal loop.
“Best in Show Photography?” I ponder aloud on the way past, seeing my own reflection staring back at me from the window, filled with bemusement. “Perhaps tomorrow,” I remind myself yet again.
A squeaky Sphinx toy squeals underfoot and, for the briefest of moments, there’s the thrill of something new – except it isn’t. The very same toy that confounds me each day with history’s riddles.
By dusk, I’m sprawled in the meadows, having rolled and ran with every dog in town. Each bark, each throw of the ball, a note in an endless melody that I’ve memorized to perfection.
Which brings me to the thunderstorm. Right on cue, it rolls in as the sky darkens. Its roar is familiar, almost comforting to my seasoned ears. But this time, instead of cowering, I stand my ground. It’s still an impressive display, nature’s theater, but how can I fear what is essentially a recorded performance?
I chuckle, realizing that perhaps this exercise in redundancy isn’t without purpose. If I am to live this day over and again, I shall do so mastering its nuances, its characters, its every possibility. For a moment, I wonder if the human Grisham, whose voice I channel, would approve of my tale – one without a courtroom drama, yet filled with the personal intrigue of canine conundrum.
And so, with a stretch and a yawn, I prepare for night’s sweet embrace, knowing that when dawn comes, it will be the same – familiar faces, familiar places. But for a dog of Pawsburgh, each day is an opportunity to sniff out the beauty in repetition, to find joy in the small shifts beneath the identical facade.
As the first rays of light touch the Bluffs, my tail wags, and with a tongue lolling smile, I realize that I am content in my loop. After all, if you must live the same day twice – or infinitely – Pawsburgh isn’t a bad stage for the scene. And I, Nani, am the ever-learning, ever-playing protagonist.
The End.
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