- Dog Tales
- December 17, 2023
Barking in Benji’s Christmas Cheer: A Gabriel PawWord Story
Hey Mom,
Successfully played Christmas Cupid & transformed Benji, Pawsburgh’s party pooper, into a festive furball with the power of Husky’s Hotcakes! Who knew my Doberman discipline & your Xmas spirit would lead to a full-blown yuletide yap-fest? Tail’s wagging overtime!
XOXO, Gabe đđž
In the spirited borough of Pawsburgh, where every lamp post was wreathed in green and red, and joy, not unlike the very essence of doghood itself, was infectious, I, Gabriel, had stumbled upon a quintessentially Christmassy conundrum.
Iâm not saying I was against the whole holiday cheerâfar from it. I reveled in the holiday festivities, even more than I relished an invigorating game of tug-of-war. But in the heart of Pawsburgh stood a house so stark and untouched by Christmas sparkle that it seemed like a shadow amid a sea of light. Its inhabitant, a curmudgeonly Beagle named Benji, was Pawsburghâs very own âGrinch,â though none dared call him that to his snout.
You see, while other dogs frolicked gleefully at Opal Pomeranian Park and decorated the towering evergreen at Rottweiler Ridge, Benji kept to himself, his barks more bark than bite, though no one could fathom why. When I passed his dreary abode on my way to Bulldog’s BBQ for a scrumptious chew on their celebrated pig earsâa dish immensely superior to any flirt poleâI’d often ponder what sort of sorrow had settled beneath his bristly fur like an unwelcomed flea.
It was on a crisply wintery eve, with my mind far from the enigma of Benji, when my mom suggested we bring some holiday spirit to the old fellow. I wasn’t entirely keen on the idea. I mean, disrupting oneâs blissful ignorance with Christmas carols didnât seem to be the pawfect remedy. But mom, you see, she had this belief that warmth could melt even the frostiest heart. And so, we set about baking a batch of Husky’s Hotcakes’ finest to deliver to Benji’s doorâthe strategy was simple; a bit of sugar might do the trick.
In my most festive bandana and a firm grip on the box of hotcakes (a true test of Doberman self-control), I approached Benji’s house. You might say I was stealthy as a catâno offense to my cat friends, or those I’d carefully avoid when visual contact was established. I settled the box at his doorstep, rang the bell, and awaited the grouch with bated breath. Well, less bated and more panting from the sweet aroma wafting under my nose.
When Benji emerged, his expression first mirrored the confusion of a pup hearing a vacuum cleaner for the first time. But his gruff exterior softened as he eyed the hotcake offering. “Oh, what’s this then? Planning to fatten me up before the big sled race at Bloodhound Bluffs, Gabriel?” he chided in that dry Guestian wit. Yet, there was a twinkle in his eyeâa twinkle I tell ya!
“You caught me red-pawed,” I joked, matching his humor with an exaggerated bow. “Or perhaps, Christmas is just the season to bury the bone of solitude and join the pack.”
It was hard to tell whether my words or the maple syrup sweetness swayed him, but Benji grunted what I chose to interpret as a thanks. Just then, Paige, the liveliest Chiweenie you’d ever meet, darted between us, her golden fur aglow with festive lights she’d somehow entangled herself in. Bursting with laughterâwe dogs do laugh in our own wayâBenji couldn’t help but smile. The laughter was contagious, much like Pawsburgh’s Christmas spell.
Before we knew what was happening, Benji was leading the parade down to The Woofy Bakery, where we feasted on more treats than was sensible. Beneath a canopy of stars and paw-crafted lanterns, we shared stories, and for once, Benji’s tales had a luster not dulled by his hermit’s stance on life.
As the night drew to a close, and paw-prints etched memories in the snow, even my companionship with Paige paled in comparison to the joy I felt watching Benji’s heart grow three sizes that day.
Perhaps all it takes is a gestureâdog-sized or minusculeâto remind us that even the grumpiest among us can find a place in the holiday circle. As for me, Gabriel, I trotted home, my tail wagging a contented rhythm, my mission of mirth accomplished, all while dreaming of the next dayâs adventures in the magical town of Pawsburgh.
The End.
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