- Dog Tales
- November 23, 2023
The Pawsburgh Parade Scandal: A Curious Canine’s Tail-Wagging Triumph: A Vivianleigh PawWord Story
Hey Mom,
Guess who just cracked the case of the Thanksgiving Day saboteur in Pawsburgh? That’s right, this detective pup! Ended up being a terrier with a grudge, but we made peace and now they’re part of the parade! All’s well, and the feast smells amazing. Who knew I had a knack for the diplomatic fetch?
Licks and sniffs,
Squirrel 🐾🕵️♂️
You wouldn’t know it to look at me, but I—Vivianleigh, the black brindle maltipoo with the squirrel-like agility—am something of a detective. My friends in Pawsburgh know me as a dyed-in-the-wool (or should that be fur?) enthusiast of the chase, with an unquenchable curiosity. They’ve often seen me romping through Cavalier Cove, nipping at the heels of some flighty leaf.
But today, as the sun dipped beneath the furrowed brows of Malamute Mountain, my chase was of a different nature altogether. Something sinister was amiss in our magical little town of Pawsburgh, and I did not relish the thought. With the annual Thanksgiving Day parade on the horizon, a shadow had fallen over the anticipatory barks and wagging tails—a saboteur was tearing down our decorations and pilfering the stores of Pup’s Paella and Labrador Lunch, leaving nothing but the scent of chaos in their wake.
I pushed through Pawsburgh, my paws echoing the uneasy heartbeat of this night, toward a meeting with my dear compatriot Maxie the Boxer and Bella the Siamese. I stopped only to partake in a savory chicken breakfast at Paw-lickin’ Pancakes to fortify myself for the looming adventure.
As I arrived at our dimly lit, conspiratorial nook behind The Woofy Bakery, I recounted the scandal. “Maxie, Bella, this reeks of a villainy most fowl—even fowler than a citrus hideaway.”
Maxie snorted. “We must sniff out the scoundrel and bring them to heel.”
What a lovely turn of phrase Maxie had. Of course, Bella offered a sapphire-eyed stare and a typically sardonic “Or we could just let the parade go to the dogs, so to speak.”
The mission was clear—puns notwithstanding. I led the charge, my most reliable tennis ball clenched firmly in jaw, to hunt clues and tail the trespasser. We sleuthed from The Wagging Tail Bookstore to Happy Hounds Dog Walking, where we unearthed breadcrumbs of evidence, figuratively speaking, of course.
The truth dogged our heels, nipping and growling, until we cornered our miscreant. It was a disheveled terrier with more grudges than hairs on its head.
“I never got to march. Never got to prance,” it bemoaned, lost in a maze of self-pity.
We bristled, yet I couldn’t discount the wounded soul before us. “In Pawsburgh, all paws are welcome,” I said, nosing forward with an olive branch of sorts. “This isn’t about parades or floats; it’s about gathering, about the pulse of paws together in the dance of gratitude.”
It was Bill Bryson-esque diplomacy if I ever heard it—though I dare say even he would balk at the thought of conversing canines.
The other dogs, roused by our discoveries, cast dubious looks, but I insisted. There’s something transformative about the softening of a hardened heart. “Let’s give our terrier friend not merely a place at the table, but a role in making this parade a tail-wagging triumph.”
And so, the parade marched on, with Vivianleigh, her friends, and the reformed saboteur at the fore. It was a procession not merely of spectacle, but of that special kinship found in Pawsburgh, where every dog, from the heroic to the haply repentant, could find a place in the sun, as it emerged once more from behind the peaks of Malamute Mountain.
Looking around, I felt my insatiable curiosity sated, my sense of adventure fulfilled. For as the twilight greeted us with open arms and the scent of the feast filled the air, even the most citric of hearts could not deny—that this was the essence of Thanksgiving.
The End.
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