Hey mom, it’s Lukie here! So, Scooter swiped my fav bone at Rottweiler’s Ribs, and I’ve been plotting revenge with Taz and Paco. Teamed up to steal my bone back during a wild showdown at Onyx Otterhound Oasis. Spoiler: The bone cake is back in this Yorkie’s pantry – sweet as ever. But don’t think the game ends here. Scooter’s in for a ride, the Lukie express is just leaving the station. Ciao! 🐾

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You wouldn’t believe the gall of that schnauzer, Scooter. Everyone loved Pawsburgh’s favourite doggy joint, Rottweiler’s Ribs — I mean, who wouldn’t? After all, they had the best marrow-basted bones town. Not to mention the girls, with their wagging tails and glossy coats. But that conniving Scooter swiped my favorite bone right under my nose last time we visited. A bone I’d been saving for a gnaw fest under the Quartz Qimmiq Quarter moon. Unforgivable.

I was fuming, seething. Sure, I am adorable — those silver and light brown highlights have got to account for something right? But under this cuddly exterior is a fire that rages, baby. So, I did what any self-respecting Yorkie would. I plotted my revenge. The only ones who knew of this were Taz, bless his big heart, and Paco, the trickster himself.

The plot was set, and it was as juicy as the lamb chops at Pup’s Poutine. We decided to unleash it at our regular rendezvous, Onyx Otterhound Oasis, the ideal spot for a good old Pawsburgh showdown.

The plan was simple. Taz, with his brute strength, would distract Scooter with the chance of a playful chase. Meanwhile, I’d swiftly slide into Scooter’s kennel at Opal Pomeranian Park and reconquer my bone. The final play would be Paco’s; he’d mysteriously appear at Dog’s Delicacies distracting everyone with his latest antics, while I scurried off with my bounty.

The D-day arrived. My heart pounded like the rhythm of momma’s car on a long ride, a feeling of unease was creeping onto me like the vet’s cold, sterile table, but I reminded myself, this was it – the bone had to be mine again.

Taz, the ol’ reliable, commenced our plan. He barked a challenge to Scooter, and all I saw was a blur of black and grey fur darting across. Scooter, who was lazing at Rottweiler’s Ribs, joined in, his eyes gleaming with a competitive spirit. I stifled a smirk, sniffed the air to ensure the coast was clear, and off I went to Scooter’s den at Opal Pomeranian Park.

As I nudged the door of Scooter’s crate, I heard the collective gasps in the distance – Paco was doing the Macarena on two legs at Dog’s Delicacies. Right then, the warm, familiar scent of the bone invaded my senses. I clamped it in my jaws and made a swift exit, disappearing just as quick as Paco had started dancing.

The bone was back where it belonged. As I lay on the soft sands of my haven, the beach, later that night, the bone resting under my chin like the sweetest of pillows, I chuckled to myself. Revenge had never tasted so boney-sweet. But I wasn’t done yet. Oh no, Scooter had rattled my cage and it was payback time. Hell hath no fury like a Yorkie scorned. The game my old pal, was on.

The End.

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