- Dog Tales
- November 5, 2023
Poggers PawWord Story
Hey there, it’s Poggers. After a dogged doomsday, Pawsburg was a ghost town. Couldn’t find Daisy or Biscuit, but we didn’t lose hope. Met Daisy at the Kibble Cuisine and decided to revive the town. It’s tough, but we’re managing. After all, we’re survivors. Paws up, Pawsburg revival in progress! Over and out. – Poggy
Well, there I was, Poggers the Corgi, standing on the center mound of East Bulldog Bay, staring at a town I once knew. A town once bustling with jovial barks and the delightful smells of Bow Wow Burgers. But Pawsburg, my Pawsburg, was no more than a ghost town now.
It all happened in a blink, a burst of something that can only be described as a doggy doomsday. All those usual tail-gating places were just expanses of deserted lands. Red Beagle Beach and Beagle Beach, once lively and energetic, now lay silent. The warmth of the summer days replaced with a biting chill of winter nights.
I picked my way, checking each nook and den, sniffing remnants of familiarity in a place that turned alien overnight. My tennis ball, normally a beacon of joy, squelched unpleasantly in my mouth. Daisy and Biscuit were nowhere to be seen, and even the usually vibrant Fetch Meadow had fallen silent.
But there was no time for resentment; we needed to survive, and possibly, start over.
“Let’s reconvene at Kibble Cuisine,” I reminded myself, knowing well this was our standard protocol in case of mishaps. Dejected yet determined, I treaded along with a picked-up pace. My stomach growled, craving those crispy bacon delights, reminding me why this place mattered to us dogs.
Entering Kibble Cuisine, I was welcomed by a peculiar smell. Not the usual aroma of the restaurant but warm, inviting none the less. And there, I found her. Daisy, cuddled up in a corner looking just as relieved as I felt when I saw her.
After comforting each other, we decided to find others. Every day, we scavenged what we needed, marking our territories to give signs of surviving life. Days turned into weeks, one paw at a time, we started rebuilding.
Those tall tales of daring escapades within the intriguing premises of Doggie Daycare, the satisfying echoes of clippers from Dapper Dog Salon, or the joyful barks in Pooch Playhouse, those were memories now. But we held onto them, if only to keep some semblance of the normality we knew.
And slowly, we saw light. Tails started wagging again, barks echoed through the deserted alleys, and the ghost town started breathing. With every passing day in our survival story, I learned something – Even a dystopian present can’t erase the vibrant colors of our past. We are dogged survivors, and we were bringing Pawsburg back to life, one bark at a time.
Safe to say, I would take all of this over a dreaded Vet visit any day.
The End.
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