- Dog Tales
- December 17, 2023
Pawsburgh Presents: The Pawsome Tale of Santa Paws and the Green-Pawed Golden: A Bear PawWord Story
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Hey Charlie, it’s your pal Bear! Just finished guiding Barkley through Pawsburgh, teaching him the art of holiday giving. Imagine, he’s the new Santa Paws now! From nosed nudges with toys to sharing roasted chicken, the pup’s heart grew three sizes. Our town’s spirit is furrier and merrier for it. Tail wags and snuggles, Bear đžđ
In the cozy, twinkling town of Pawsburgh, hidden amongst the snuggly bungalows of our human companions, beings a magical realm only we canines know ofâa place of boundless sniffs and tail-wagging tales. Today, dear reader, I, Bear, your snowy-coated guide, am going to let you into a little secret about a day that was unlike any other.
It was the time when the spirit of Santa Paws was in the airâa jolly time indeedâand every pup, from the tiniest Chihuahua nipping at your ankles to the most regal Great Dane, pranced with anticipation. Samoyed Square buzzed with yuletide yapping. Rottweiler Ridge was awash in a sea of wagging tails, and the glow from Lhasa Lane’s lampposts shimmered like the twinkle in Charlie’s eye. Now, Charlie, my beloved two-legged friend, often spoke of holiday magic. But in Pawsburgh, we had our own furry brand of that, you see.
Our tale begins in the bustling heart of Pawsburgh, where the frosty morning breath of each pooch mingled with the sounds of jingle bells and merry barking. ‘Twas at Husky’s Hotcakes, right at the crack of dawn, where I met with my crewâthe esteemed Duke and the spirited Cleoâover a stack of pup-perfect pancakes.
“A crisp morning to you, Bear!” Duke doffed his tiny top hat, the scent of syrup perfuming his whiskers. Cleo, draped in her festive scarf, shimmered her sleek coat and chortled, “And a very merry breakfast!”
Now, our mission, if you could call it so grand, was to assist young Barkley, a green-pawed Golden pup with ambition as high as his ears were floppy. Barkley longed to be Santa Paws, to spread cheer across all the land, from the snuggly bedsides to the chewed-up toys of the hopelessly hopeful hounds.
Barkley, you see, hadn’t quite grasped the ‘giving’ paw of Christmas. He’d lick any face, sure, but to truly be Santa Paws, he needed to learn the delight of a well-given bone, the art of hiding treats in the deepest of snows. And who better than yours truly, Bear, to show him the ropesâor in this case, tug of ropes?
And so, armed with a squeaky rubber ball that knew more secrets than the Doggone Deli knew lunch orders, we set forth. We visited Fetch! Toys and Treats, where Barkley’s eyes gleamed like the first star of evening. “Give, rather than receive, young pup,” I murmured, as he nervously nosed a knotted plaything toward Millie the Mastiff.
At The Barking Boutique, he shyly slipped a snugly scarf to a shivering shih-tzu. To the hum of a unified “Aww!”, Barkley’s tail found its joyous rhythm.
Through Pawsburgh we ventured, Barkley’s confidence growing like the line outside the Snooty Snout Boutique during a sale on snoot-enhancers. The grand finale awaited at the Doggie Diner, where the finest roasted chicken was served. Barkley, taking a cue, passed his plate along to an elder hound whose stories colored our history.
As we trekked back up to my hill beneath the waning winter’s eve, I looked at Barkleyâthe pup who’d found the true spirit of givingâand I saw no longer an apprentice, but an equal. He, like us, now left his pawprints on Pawsburgh, carved into the essence of this enchanted land where our hearts beat in unison with the spirit of Santa Paws.
Lemons still make my face contortâsome things never change. But what did, was Barkley, and in a way, we all did, as we embraced the warmth of a joy shared. Charlie, ever wise in his slumber, had no clue of the ceremonies of Pawsburgh, nor of the day little Barkley donned the Santa Paws hat, making every heart swell and every belly jiggle like a bowl full of jelly. What a time to be a dog, wouldn’t you say?
The End.
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