- Dog Tales
- December 16, 2023
Barks and Tails: A Pawsome Christmas Tale in Pawsburgh: A Griffin PawWord Story
Hey human, it’s your four-legged storyteller, Griff. Just napped on the epiphany pillow and guess what? Turns out I’m Pawsburgh’s hero with a tail-wag twist – spreading cheer like Sam spreads peanut butter, easy and smooth. Hilarious, huh? Thanks for keeping my crown polished! Catch ya at the park, where every bark of mine turns into a smile. 🐾 – The Great Griff
You know me, Griffin. Yes, the Fawn Merle Great Dane, the one Molly at Canine Couture always calls ‘the gentle giant with a wardrobe as big as his heart.’ A tail wag to you, my friend. Here I am, lounging on the overstuffed pillow that Sam—bless his chef’s heart—calls my throne, thinking about how, in Pawsburgh, life is a dish best served with a side of mischief.
It was the night before Christmas, and not a creature was stirring, not even Luna with her moon-kissed howls. Even Max’s usually rambunctious spirit was hushed, like he’d finally caught his tail and didn’t know what to do with it. All a bit strange, if you ask me. But hey, that’s Pawsburgh for ya! What’s a day without a surprise or two hidden under the proverbial fire hydrant, right?
So, there I was, on Sapphire Schnauzer Street, feeling as out of place as a cat at Bulldog’s BBQ. Munching on the memories of Sam’s roast chicken, I pondered. They say every dog has his day, but lately, mine seemed as lost as a bone in a backyard. As if my paws weren’t quite fitting in my paw prints anymore. Maybe it was the holiday blues or perhaps just a sense of something missing. Like going to Mutt Munchies and forgetting what you’re craving.
Then, right out of nowhere, this fella comes sidling up to me. Not just any fella, mind you, but a guardian angel, transparent as a clean glass door. Scared the biscuits out of me!
“You look like a dog who’s lost his bark,” he said, his voice lighter than a poodle’s pom-pom.
“I suppose,” I grumbled, batting at an oddly corporeal leaf. “Bet you hear that a lot in your line of work.”
The guardian angel chuckled, his tail flicking like it had its own jokes to tell. “Griffin, don’t you know by now? You’re the gem of Pawsburgh. Sam tells your stories to everyone. You’re like… the hero in one of those Mel Brooks flicks… without the spaceballs.”
And as if by magic (or whatever tricks those angel-types have up their incorporeal sleeves), I was seeing it all—the smiles I brought, the laughter, the… tail wags. It was like Samoyed Square had come alive with clips of my life.
Luna was there, telling a group of adoring pups about our grand adventures by Willow Park. Max doing zoomies, his untamed heart clearly inspired by my lead-by-example gusto. And beyond the Pawsburgh walls, Sam, standing in his kitchen, wearing that apron with my face on it, telling his guests about the time I saved his roast chicken from certain over-cooking.
“That’s… that’s because I was hungry,” I mumbled, though even in my head, I sounded less convinced.
The guardian angel laughed, a sound like wind chimes in a summer breeze. “You see, Griffin? Your paw prints are all over their hearts. And your bark, well, it’s their favorite tune.”
With that, my frown was upside-down, my spirits lifted higher than when I snag my blue Kong from the cupboard’s top shelf. Turns out, my day was as bright as those twinkling stars I wear as spots.
“Thanks, Angel,” I whispered, watching him fade like the last treats in the jar. “Merry Christmas to you, too.”
And that, my friend, is how I found my holiday cheer, snug as an old dog curled up by the fire. Because Pawsburgh isn’t just a place. It’s a feeling. A wagging tale of warmth and the odd sprinkle of water I could do without.
But it’s home. And just like Sam and his chicken, it’s perfect. Because, after all, in Pawsburgh, every bark is wonderful.
The End.
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