- Dog Tales
- December 14, 2023
Pawsburgh Chronicles: The Mysterious Delivery and the Bone of Discord: A Roadie PawWord Story
Hey Mom,
Just saved the day at Chowhound’s Chophouse by turning a doggy dinner dispute into a feast of friendship. Also outwitted the vacuum beast this morning – your hero does it again! See you at sundown for some quality rope-tug triumphs.
Licks & Wags,
Roadie 🐾
It was another spritely Pawsburgh morning, and I, Roadie, found myself contending with the unsavory cacophony of the dreaded household beast – the vacuum cleaner. As it roared and grumbled across the carpet, I bravely darted under the safety of the coffee table, ears slicked back, tail low yet still distinctly wagging. Not today, foul dragon, for I have escapades awaiting in the magical confines of Pawsburgh.
It’s quite the annoyance, really, the necessary charade of domestic docility. Of course, every dog must play the part – it is the code of the Canine Undercover Narrative (or C.U.N., for those in the know). But as the pendulum of the clock nudges closer to ‘Owner’s Departure,’ I could scarcely contain my excitement for this day’s adventure.
In a blink and the click of the door, I was off, shedding my household identity like a cumbersome winter coat. Soon I melded into the spirited tapestry of tail-waggers and ball-chasers at Chestnut Cocker Courtyard.
The Courtyard was abuzz with the latest gossip; whispers of a mysterious delivery at The Woofy Bakery piqued my interest. Our community sustained itself on a diet of rumors and fresh-baked kibble baguettes, after all. Deliberate in my approach, for a canine of my intellect doesn’t do anything ‘willy-nilly,’ I strolled towards the aromatic hub of confectionery speculation.
As I arrived, a Labrador I recognized as Duke from Samoyed Square was counseling a sprightly Spaniel on the merits of gluten-free treats. Dominating the room stood the display of today’s pièce de résistance: a colossal cake resembling the great Mount Fetchmore, a confectionary Everest frosted with ambition and sprinkled with dreams.
Saliva pooled beneath my jaws in contemplation as faint gasps circled the room. Lufti, the proprietor, announced that the treat was off-limits, waiting for the Huskies’ annual hullabaloo at Sunset.
Disappointment bit at my heels like a pesky Chihuahua. To soothe my forlorn spirit, I sauntered to Chowhound’s Chophouse for a distraction – and, perhaps, a sly steak. With my favorite rope toy in tow, and only slightly salivating at the imagination of flavors, I weaved a polite path through pedestals of panting patrons. It was there I encountered trouble.
The Chophouse, usually a sanctuary for sating one’s soul, was thick with a tension that could dampen even the most eager appetite. Underneath the musk of meat and melody of munching, a rivalry was unfolding – that of wit, whispers, and mistakenly swapped steaks.
Caught in a wagging-war-of-words were two Dobermans and a rather flustered Beagle, who clutched, quite protectively, a bone worthy of historical accolade. They turned to me, Roadie, whiskers quivering – not out of fear (as I initially thought) but expectation. After all, wasn’t I Roadie the Resolute, the sage of Pawsburgh?
“My dear compatriots,” I began with a tone smoother than a Poodle’s pompadour, “To fight amongst ourselves over a mere morsel is to forget the shared joy a savory snack can bring. To dine together, tails entwined in friendship—”
I was interrupted, not by barks of agreement as anticipated, but by the collective growl of stomachs.ires
“In conclusion,” I added hastily, “perhaps it is best that we share the disputed dish.”
Communal chomping ensued, and Pawsburgh peace prevailed. I left the Chophouse with both my reputation and my own steak intact, content not only with my role in the resolution but also with my fulfilled belly.
Under the gentle cascade of Pawsburgh’s streetlights, as I headed back before the humans’ return, a canine’s soul yearned only for a satisfying tug session with the beloved rope. And that’s precisely what we did—my rope and I, the heroes of our own genteel drama.
The End.
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