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- December 16, 2023
Flakes of Forgiveness: A Christmas Tale from Pawsburg: A Bubbles PawWord Story
Hey Mom,
Just wanted to let you know this Christmas I turned from Pawsburg prankster to local hero! Benny and I ditched our mischief manuals for a day of good deeds, repairing our rap sheet with squeaky toys, silent deli visits, and a bake sale truce. Even made peace with those yappy ankle biters on Lhasa Lane. Seems the spirit of the season is more about wagging hearts than tails. Who knew?
Snuggles and tail wags,
Bubs đžđ
I remember this one Christmas in Pawsburg that went down in the annals of doggy legend, not for the mountain of treats or the sheer magnitude of squeaky toys that descended upon us, but for the warmth that filled our furry chests. You see, Christmas in Pawsburg isn’t just about wagging our tails offâitâs about wagging them for a reason.
As the first snowflakes of the season started to drift lazily onto Samoyed Square, it painted the town a curious shade of tranquility. This was my first clue that Christmas was not business as usual. I troted past Garnet Greyhound Grove, a sight so splendid under the coat of frost that even I, Bubbles, connoisseur of cocktail pepperonis and aficionado of Vienna sausages, stopped for a moment to marvel.
My morning promenade took me to the Wheaten Terrier’s Tabernacle, where enlightenment was conspicuously sold out, but the promise of warmth was omnipresent. Benny, with years outweighing his pacing, joined me in pondering the philosophical implications of a bone’s tastiness versus its bury-ability.
But let’s not dwell on existential dog anxieties. We had a Christmassy conundrum on our paws: making amends and mending fencesâor dog houses as it were. Benny reminded me, with a wisdom only seventeen dog years can impart, that the true spirit of Christmas lay in forgiveness and generosity.
Benny and I had a bit of a reputation in Pawsburg, something about being “partners in mischief,” but the bells of yuletide beckoned us to something greater. So, we started with The Pooch Playhouse, an orb of chaos where pups practiced the ancient art of tug-o-war. A place I had once accidentally turned into a snow-globe cosmos of flying fluff, something about a spectacularly botched magic trick involving my “mother fuckers.”
With a generous heart, I donated a brand-new set of soft, squeaky toys, their name unspeakably altered for the season of giving. Their squeaks filled the air with notes even the Pawsburg Howlers’ choir would envy.
Next, we strolled to the illustrious Dachshund’s Deli, where I had on occasion been known for declaring a love for Vienna sausages so vociferously that it caused a minor ear-cleaning-like discomfort in all customers within earshot. Today, the Deli served a dish of reconciliationâand perhaps to the staff’s relief, no Vienna sausagesâwhere my silent, humble appearance brought smiles of unexpected surprise.
Just as the grand orb of sun dipped below the Husky Heights horizon, I found myself at the Woofy Bakery, the scene of my infamous “Great Cookie Heist.” An event that ended with more crumbs than caper. Each dog from the previous caper appeared, pearlescent eyes like nocturnal jewels and more than a few recognizing me with a distinct tilting of heads.
Generous samples of Paw Pad Thai and snippets from Canine’s Cuisine, and a round of festive hats later, our efforts of restitution left the town licking their chops in sheer delight. Benny and I had done good, spread cheer, and filled both bellies and hearts.
The grand finale, as orchestrated by Benny’s aged but shrewd paw, involved an unscheduled stop at Lhasa Lane, my less-than-favorite stretch known for its litter of animated ankle biters, my personal distaste for the bite-sized buggers amounted to rather an unchristmaslike sentiment.
Yet there I stood, amidst the discordant barking, finding myself sage-like as Benny, offering a paw and forgiving their diminutive sins against my more robust stature.
That evening, as I curled up in a dog bed earned through kindness, I realized forgiveness warmed the soul like a sunbeam. And, as I closed my eyes with a sigh of gratification, I thought to myself, “This, Bubbles, is the true spirit of Christmas.” And with that thought, I drifted into dreams of bounding through the snow-filled Samoyed Square, my heart as light as the falling flakes.
The End.
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