- Dog Tales
- November 24, 2023
Tails, Pies, and Interstellar Surprises: The Barking Brouhaha in Pawsburgh: A Bindi PawWord Story
Hey there, just a quick update from your resident Husky heroine. Averted an ‘alien invasion’ in Pawsburgh today with pure charm and cherry pie diplomacy. Seems we’ve made some interstellar pals instead of foes! All in a day’s work for me, Bindi. Remember, the universe barks in mysterious ways! 🚀🐾✨
-Bindi
Now, I reckon you mighta heard o’ me, Bindi by name, a Husky by fortune, and an adventurer by choice. On this particular day, as the dawn was crackin’ and the humans tucked in their beds, I slipped through the moonlit pet flap and bounded toward Pawsburgh, the clandestine canine Shangri-La.
Which brings me to this tale, the one about that bless-my-tail big hullabaloo that shook our little world somethin’ fierce. It was a quiet morn in Pawsburgh, down at Chestnut Cocker Courtyard. The sun peeked curiously over the horizon, reflectin’ in my icy blues, and I was sprawled regal-like on a bench, clutchin’ my tattered squirrel toy like it was the last acorn before winter. When all of a sudden, the earth jittered and spat like a cat with a burr ‘neath its tail.
As I stood, a panoramic tumult unrolled before me. Twas as if the heavens themselves cracked open, pitchin’ forth the darndest critters with squintin’ eyes and noodle limbs – yes sir, extraterrestrials, if my eyes ain’t betrayin’ me. They plopped in Samoyed Square and, without so much as a ‘how-do-you-do’, commenced unravelin’ their mechanical doodads.
Max, that sprightly Beagle, skittered over, ears a-wavin’. “Bindi, you seein’ what I’m seein’?” he yapped, mouth agape.
“Mhmm,” I nodded, “Appears we got us some uncalled visitors. Better than a kick in the pants though, adds spice to the morning air.” I wasn’t one for gettin’ riled up over a little cosmic kerfuffle.
We nosed our way toward Barking BBQ, strategizin’ over a brisket bone. Zelda, aloof on the porch of Canine Couture Clothing, flicked her tail. “The cosmos is vast,” she purred philosophically, “and it seems it has regurgitated its anomalies right upon our humble township.”
“An’ what would you propose we do, O wise one?” I asked, not without a smidgeon of sarcasm.
“Unite,” she meowed simply, her astringent green gaze punctuatin’ her statement like a period on a proclamation.
And unite we did. Led by yours truly, we waged a relentless but righteous repartee with our asylum-seekin’ alien friends. They were an odd bunch, looked like someone put the sun, moon, and stars in a bag and shook it ’til the contents mashed up into something peculiar.
Our first parley was at Pom’s Pies, over a slice o’ cherry. The aliens seemed to fancy the ibble-ibble of the crust, much like myself with a good cut of salmon. I even offered ’em some o’ them yellow-bagged biscuits I couldn’t abide – no point lettin’ good disgust go to waste. Would you believe it, they gobbled ’em down like manna from Mars!
Well, one thing led to another, y’know? That dialogue Twain himself might’ve fancied became the threads that stitched us amicably together. Our alien acquaintances, now full on terrestrial vittles, seemed in no rush to commence their invasion. Turned out they were more interested in a photograph souvenir from Best in Show Photography than takin’ over Pawsburgh.
So it went, our town became the backdrop of peace with the universe – the cosmic and the canine, waggin’ tails and wavin’ antennae.
But don’t let your imagination run off without its leash now; just because we shared pie with a few outer-space wayfarers don’t mean every light in the sky is good company comin’. Ah, but that’ll be a yarn for another day. For now, I embellish this tale no more, and leave you with this – in Pawsburgh or elsewhere, every dog’ll have its day, and every day its dog. And that’s the truth, as sure as my tail’s behind me.
The End.
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