- Dog Tales
- December 17, 2023
Tails of Pawsburgh: A Silver Schnauzer’s Christmas Miracle: A Noah PawWord Story
Hey Mom,
Just performed a Christmas miracle here in Pawsburgh! Turned peacekeeper between dueling bulldogs, played guide for a lost human kid (yep, a real human girl!), and even donned my Santa’s helper hat to reunite her with her family amidst the holiday dazzle. Main street’s more sparkly than a chew toy under the mistletoe, and I’m the town’s four-legged hero. Silver Schnauzer saves the day, again!
Barks and licks,
Noah 🐾🎄
Let me tell you about this one time in Pawsburgh, the kind of story that sets tails a-waggin’ and snouts sniffing with delight. It was winter, and let me assure you, the snow in Pawsburgh flakes down like a symphony of cold, chewy confetti—delicious, if you’re into that sort of thing, which I’m not. Particularly not with my coat; trust me, silver may glisten, but it does little to warm the schnauzer soul.
So, there I was, prancing past Onyx Otterhound Oasis, en route to the annual Woof Street Miracle Celebration. You know, the one where every doggo turns up, looking like they walked out of “A Christmas Tail” all bedazzled with festive knits—courtesy of The Tail Wagger’s Tailor.
As I passed by Bloodhound Bluffs, I overhead a couple of bulldogs bickering over the last parfait at Pup’s Parfait. They were about to come to knitted scarves when I intervened. “Gentlemen,” I said, “surely it’s the season of giving, not grabbing.” They grumbled but agreed, deciding to share the dessert.
Next, I trotted into Collie’s Cuisine to meet up with my feline pal, Isaiah. Now he’s one curious cat who somehow wiggles his way into Pawsburgh, to everyone’s bemusement. We exchanged season’s meowings—I mean greetings—when a little commotion caught our ears.
Somehow, a young girl had stumbled into Pawsburgh, a human—you heard me—a living, breathing, tiny human girl. And she was sobbing like a willow in the wind. She lost her family on some holiday outing. Must’ve followed a dog through some magical veil or something. Trust humans to get lost even on a straight path.
I sighed, or should I say a gust of practically parental concern escaped me, and I neared her, a figure of silvery solace. “Hey there, kiddo,” I said, in what I hoped was a comforting bark-toned dialect. “Lost, are we?” Her eyes widened; she was clearly taken aback that a talking dog was addressing her. Imagine!
With the kind of patience you reserve for untangling chew ropes, I got her story and her name—Lucy. Now, I had to get her back, but first, we needed to blend in. A quick stop at The Doggy Depot, where I got her an appropriately adorable set of dog ears and a tail. She giggled despite herself.
We were two unlikely friends, navigating the glittering fuss of the town. It’s funny how life throws you a stick sometimes, and you’ve just got to fetch it, no matter how outlandish it seems.
As the night grew colder, I led her to Eskimo Estuary, famed for its twinkling lights and joyful bark carols, where we found an illustrious old Saint Bernard donning a ridiculous Santa hat—giving out wisdom and liver treats (avoided those, too much garlic). “Ah, Noah,” he bellows, “found a stray, eh?” After explaining the situation, he laughs that deep, Santa-esque ‘ho-ho-ho,’ and amidst all the barking and festivity, a Christmas miracle unfolds.
Miracles in Pawsburgh, they’re like bones in a garden: dig a little, and you’re sure to find one. Just then, through some sparkle of holiday magic, Lucy’s family appeared at the edge of town, like a dream woven from the tender threads of hope. A reunion ensued that had every tail in Pawsburgh wagging. Family back together, thanks to a dog—quite the headline, don’t you think?
So there you go, the story of a whimsical wander, a girl’s laughter mingling with canine yaps, and me, a Silver Schnauzer, bringing joy in the purest Pawsburgh tradition. Remember this tale the next time you glance at your dog and wonder what secrets lie behind those wide, waggy-eyed stares.
Good night, dear Lucy, wherever you are. May your dreams be lined with paw prints and your Christmases always white, preferably without edible snowflakes for me.
The End.
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