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- December 7, 2023
Tales from Pawsburgh: The Canine Chronicles of Sally, the Petfather: A Sally PawWord Story
Hey you! 😊 Just a quick update from your furry overlord of Pawsburgh. Managed to sort out the canine chaos without ruffling any collars and played peacemaker with the purrs. Pooch’s Pub thrives under my velvet rule and the humans are none the wiser. Catch you at sunset for some well-deserved stick chasing. Stay pawsome! 🐾 – The Petfather Sally
In the dusky confines of Pawsburgh, I roam, tail high, coat shimmering like the crest of a wave under the moon’s gentle watch. They call me Sally, and if you think my elegance is happenstance, think again; there’s purpose in the way I tread Amber Akita Alley, an alleyway paved not just with cobblestones, but with the silent promises of a thousand dog dreams.
I’m not your run-of-the-mill Redbone Coonhound; my guardians, those ethereal protectors of mine, they’ve instilled in me more than just obedience and charm. It’s early, just a sliver past the first crow’s calling, and I silently thank them for their vigilance. They’re oblivious to my double life, my inheritance as the unofficial Petfather of this thistled town. Power, you may ask? It’s something like love, it demands to be felt, to be acknowledged, to be respected.
It’s just another morning trot to Pooch’s Pub, my esteemed establishment, favored by the finest snouts in town. The moment I push through the door, a symphony of clinking dog tags and the scent of over-easy eggs strike up a conversation. Duke, the old Bloodhound bartender, nods my way, an unspoken acknowledgment of my arrival.
“Bone-dry bacon straight out of Barking BBQ, with your coffee?” Duke’s gravelly voice fetches my attention.
“You know me too well,” I say, my voice a velvet hum, as I settle onto my perch, overlooking the rough-and-tumble regulars.
The business of Pawsburgh waits for no one, especially not the Petfather. In hushed tones, we discuss terrier territory disputes at Briard Bridge and the curious case of counterfeit Frisbees from Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store; a matter I intend to have buried by sundown. Each issue is handled with a tactician’s grace, but I never let myself forget the feeling of a sunset’s warmth or the joy found in a well-thrown stick. Balance, now that’s a trick worth mastering.
I’m in the middle of settling an argument about the new “No Howling” ordinance near Shar-Pei Shores when a fresh-faced Beagle in a checkered kerchief bounds into the pub. Mikey, they call him, eyes wide as dinner plates, a newbie who’s run afoul with the feline faction over at The Wagging Tail Bookstore.
“Boss,” he pants, “they got us by the tails over the new catnip shipment—”
I interrupt, a single raised paw freezing the words in his throat. Aaron Sorkin might script my quip here as pithy, smart. I aim for direct.
“Mikey, you understand the felines and us are in a delicate dance of commerce and respect?” My query is ice over deep water.
“Yes, Sally, but—”
“No buts. You’ll take Fido and Rex, talk to Tabitha over there. Hash this out, dulcet tones, wagging tails, the works.” I instruct with a matriarch’s patience. “Escalation isn’t good for business, and bad business…” I let the implication hang like a threat.
He nods, tail tucked, but I can see the wheels turning behind those pup eyes, learning the subtleties of canine diplomacy.
As the day wanes, I reflect on the ironies that life weaves into the tapestry of one’s story. My guardians believe me to be a simple soul chasing the ephemeral shadows of suburban bliss, ignorant of the dramas that unfold in Pawsburgh. And as I return home, all vestiges of my title slough off like water from my back, leaving just Sally—a dog whose gaze holds the wisdom of the streets and the softness of the hearth.
Hidden beneath the mask of normalcy, I entwine my guardians in gentle embraces, their fingers dancing through my fur. A coonhound on Earth, a Petfather in Pawsburgh, always with an ear to the ground and an eye on eternity.
The End.
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