- Dog Tales
- December 20, 2023
Foggy Pawsburgh: A Glowing Nose, a Dash of Faith, and a Christmas Saved: A Camey PawWord Story

Hey Mom,
Guess who just saved Christmas in Pawsburgh? Your little Camey turned hero, guiding Rudolph and his shiny snout out of a soup-thick fog for our holiday spectacle! Even dogs have their days, and today, this Chihuahua was a giant among pups. ๐พ๐
Paws and kisses,
Camey ๐โจ
It was an evening veiled in mist, the kind that wraps Pawsburgh in whisper-thin secrets, when I, Camey, found myself nose to the ground at the edge of the park, deciphering the commotion ahead. Unbeknownst to my human, I had sneaked away to the magical town where us dogs rule the roost, and tonight was special, even by Pawsburgh standards.
As I trotted through the cobbled streets, the fog hung heavy over Pyrenean Peak, giving Harrier Harbor an eerie glow. A hustle of furry bodies and wagging tails moved in a swell toward Spitz Spire, the town’s brilliant apex where all important gatherings were held. The Spire loomed ahead of me, a constant beacon in the foggy twilight.
“Hey, Camey!” Max barked, his voice oozing enthusiasm.
I pranced over to my friend, the dainty click of my paws against cobblestone barely audible in the excited chatter. Myrtle ambled forward at her own leisurely pace, while Whiskers purred nearby, feigning indifference but her eyes shining with excitement.
“What’s all the ruckus, Max?” I asked, my voice filled with bemused curiosity as befits any protagonist of Grisham’s textured world.
“It’s Rudolph,” Max replied, his voice hushed. “He’s gone missing on the eve of the big flight, and there’s a fog brewing thicker than pea soup.”
I knew of whom he spoke. Rudolph, the retriever with a luminous snout, was Pawsburghโs beacon of hope each Christmas. His nose, bright enough to make even the Cat’s Eye Nebula blink in surprise, was essential for lighting the way for the annual holiday mission.
The thought of a Christmas put in jeopardy sent a ripple of unease through the gathered crowd. I turned my nose to the wind, gathering scents and thoughts. “We must find himโ”
“And quickly,” Whiskers interjected with a sharp nod.
We set out, a patchwork search party, calling into the fog-shrouded night. We’d barely passed the warmly lit windows of Chowhound’s Chophouse when a faint glimmer caught my eye from the direction of Doggie Diner.
“Over there!” I yipped, pointing with my nose.
Darting across the pathway towards the flickering light, we found Rudolph, his glowing nose dim under the shade of The Canine Cafe’s overhang.
“Rudolph, the town needs your nose!” I declared, my Chihuahua stature incongruent with the commanding timber in my voice. Rudolph looked up, his eyes reflecting the weight of his task.
“I know, but what if I fail? What if my glow isn’t enough?” Rudolph confessed, his face etched with uncertainty.
I understand doubt, for even the bravest souls feel its chill. I hopped closer, my petite frame resolute. “Your light has never failed us before, and it wonโt tonight. Doubt is but a shadow, and trust me, your light is stronger.”
Rudolph considered this, his nose shimmering as if rekindled by my words. We escorted him back to Spitz Spire, a throng of support with every step. The townsfolk erupted in cheers as we emerged from the fog, the glow from Rudolph’s nose piercing the murkiness with ease.
“A beacon in the darkness,” murmured Myrtle, wise beyond her years.
With a confident flick of my plume tail, I watched as Rudolph took his place, his crimson nose cutting through the fog, guiding our critical holiday mission to success. Pawsburgh’s Christmas would be merry and bright thanks to a glowing nose and a dash of faith among friends.
The pitter-patter of my tiny feet on the way back home was lively, my heart content. In a land filled with enchantment, even a Chihuahua can lead the charge. And with that, another Pawsburgh adventure was neatly tucked under my collar, waiting to be unveiled in the sunny lap of my human, where I would rest until the next unseen threshold beckoned.
The End.
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