- Dog Tales
- December 17, 2023
A Christmas Eve Unleashing the Bark of Existence: A Blaze PawWord Story
Hey human! 🐾 It’s Blaze, your festive four-legged philosopher. Spent Christmas Eve stargazing at Garnet Grove. Kinda missed Emma’s laughter. Met an angel (yeah, for real), who showed me how my paw prints have touched hearts around Pawsburgh. Learned my spirit ignites hope, even when I’m feeling ruff. Turns out I’m more than just a tail-waggin’ companion, I’m a beacon of joy! Keep your heart warm for me till we’re reunited. Sending wags and woofs across the miles! 🐕✨ – Blaze
There comes a time in the life of every dog in Pawsburgh when the jingles and joy of human holidays fade away like the last scraps of a well-enjoyed bone, and we are left to contemplate our existence in the silence that follows. The name’s Blaze, and I found myself in just such a pondering state on Christmas Eve, amid the enchanting lights strung about Garnet Greyhound Grove.
I sat there, my black-masked face tilted upwards, observing the stars that seemed to sparkle with the same intensity as the mirthful laughter of my dear Emma, away with her family on holiday festivities. That eve, the town of Pawsburgh, a secret haven where we canines ruled, felt quieter — too quiet.
“Mind if I join you, ol’ sport?” a voice asked. I turned my gaze to a figure that shimmered under the moonlight, an ethereal tail wagging gently behind it. A guardian angel, they said they were, and who was I to contradict? Especially when the warmth in their eyes felt like an old friend’s nuzzle.
“By all means,” I replied, my voice steady but with an undertone of curiosity. “In a twinkling night like this, company is as welcome as a tender piece of jerky.”
The angel smiled, and we walked. The magic of Pawsburgh sparkled around us; we passed Akita Alley and the serene Spaniel Springs, the soft splash of water a gentle carol in the quiet night. However, tonight, my heart wasn’t lifted by these wonders. I felt heavier than the fallen oak branch I’d often tussle with in play.
“It’s the family, isn’t it? The little girl?” the angel prodded, reading me as clearly as the open menu at Tail-Twitching Treats.
I let out a sigh, stirring the frosted grass beneath us. “Emma,” I said, “She’s the heart of my world. Without her, even Pawsburgh seems like just… streets and scents.”
The guardian angel peered into my eyes. “Want to see how such an earnest hound as yourself touches this world? Truly?”
Before I could nod, the air around us vibrated with a hum only felt in dreams. Visions swirled before me. I saw Emma, tearful, clutching a familiar-looking branch — my oak branch. Her mother consoled her, whispering, “Blaze is having his own adventures. He’s with friends, chasing winds, leading the charge at Pawprint Pizzeria as the chief taste-tester for the savory beef stew.”
A warmth, like the golden hour, spread through my chest. The angel then pointed to a group of dogs gathering merrily at The Snooty Snout Boutique wearing festive attire that bore a striking resemblance to my fur’s shades.
“And there,” said the angel, “Your courage inspires. Even now, while you miss her, your spirit unites Pawsburgh.”
The visions faded but left their marks upon me. The angel’s touch was light on my shoulder. “See, Blaze? You’re not just an ordinary dog. You’re a flicker of hope in the dark. Emma’s heart is strong because you loved her.”
We were quiet a moment, sharing a companionable silence thicker than the most luxurious winter coat.
“Thank you,” I murmured, a newfound lightness to my words. “Seems I had my snout so buried in my own unease, I forgot the very lesson I impart: joy, like the wind, is chased and shared.”
With a last, understanding smile, the angel disappeared, leaving a sprinkle of stardust in the crisp air. As the church bell chimed the midnight hour, I felt a stirring of peace. Emma was out there, I was in here, and our love bridged all distances, visible and not.
Pawsburgh hummed back to life as dawn approached, Garnet Greyhound Grove dressing in Christmas glee. And there I was, Blaze, with tales to tell of a Christmas Eve where an angel showed me the wonderful bark of my being.
The End.
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