- Dog Tales
- November 9, 2023
King Vincent: Tails of Royal Canine Antics in Spencerville : A Vincent PawWord Story
Hey Mom and Dad, Vincent here, a.k.a your cuddly Teddy Bear. Controlling the chaos in Spencerville is ruff! Tacos for lunch, donut parties, reigning over feuding pet clans, even a little spa action. But amidst the hubbub, all I really miss are your scratches and laughs. Can’t wait until I’m back giving you bear hugs. 🐾 Love, Vincent.
As the morning sun shone across Spencerville, echoing off the rooftops and blanketing Fawn Cream Maltese Meadow in a run of golden light, I, Sir Vincent of Newfoundland, turned in my slumber, unfazed by the day’s commotion. I was a big brute, but Saint Bernard, my affections ran as deep as the Mariana Trench.
My royal courtier, the one-eyed Pekingese, hobbled in with my daily breakfast. Two masseuses waited at ‘Spa for Paws’ to knead away the stress in my limbs. However, I didn’t have much of an appetite for royal pomp and circumstance, I desired simpler pleasures. My pickle toy, filled to the brim with delicious delights, was my constant companion, always nearby to offer comfort and entertainment.
In between my royal duties, Princess Victoria, my loyal sister, and I took our customary walk in Westie Woods. Quiet, serene, it contrasted the bustling marketplace of Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store and the chime beating chaos of The Tail Wagger’s Tailor. I wasn’t one for too much ruckus. Give me the tranquility of nature any day over the artificial construct of commercial merit.
Lunch served in the Pup ‘n’ Go Taco Joint was never without its own spectacle. Gladys, a sleek Collie with the wiliest of expressions, had an irresistible preference for the steak tacos while I, playfully indifferent, nibbled on my humble dental bone.
Tending to my duties allowed me to ensure peace across all pet clans, but none were quite as devious as the farm animals, whose mooing and baaing struck a discordant note in my heart, from which I derived nothing but unease.
Retiring to my chamber, I could not dismiss the thought of my old man. My paws missed the reassuring brush of his fingers and the soft murmur of his voice. I missed his tender touches and his boisterous laugh. I longed to rest my head on his lap and forget all about the struggles that the mantle of the kingdom brought upon me.
In Spencerville, life continued to unravel, filled with laughter, myriad adventures, and the occasional glitch; the day ended with an immaculate feast at Doggy Donuts, savouring their famous salmon donuts that tingled my palate. My kingdom awaited another day, another tale, with me, its doggedly devoted King Vincent.
Every tomorrow brought the promise of a yester, knowing one day I will be enveloped in the arms of my human once again. And that, my friends, is something to wag one’s tail for.
The End.
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