- Dog Tales
- December 20, 2023
Pawsburgh’s Twelve Nights of Canine Christmas Magic: A nezuko (baby dawg) PawWord Story
Hey, just wanted to give you the tail’s end of our Christmas caper. I’ve been the secret Santa Paws of Pawsburgh, surprising my fellow pups with nightly wonders. From chew toy constellations to a peanut butter feast, and the grand finale – a festive steakhouse gala. It’s been a howlin’ good time making spirits bright. The joy in their barks? That’s the best Christmas gift a Baby Dawg could ask for. 💫🎄🦴 Peace, love, and pawprints, Nezuko (Baby Dawg)
‘Twas the week before Christmas in Pawsburgh, the town where canine dreams take flight beneath the starlight twinkling in the eyes of each barking soul. I, Nezuko the Blue Merle Boston Pug Dachshund mix, had plans bigger than my long dachshund ears could hear. Each night for twelve nights, I had vowed to concoct a surprise to sprinkle extra cheer among my four-legged friends, with festivities starting at Kelpie Keys and spreading like wildfire to Shiba Inlet and all the way through Newfoundland Nook.
On the first night, with the moon hanging like a silver biscuit in the sky, I crafted a constellation of chew toys, weaving them into the willows at Kelpie Keys. The next morn, as pups came trotting, their amazement bubbled over like a cauldron of excitement at a witch’s Sabbath. “Look at this!” Baxter the Beagle shouted, “A starry banquet!”
Night two unfolded with a buffet at Bark Buffet – think of a smorgasbord, but every dish was a twist on my beloved peanut butter. Plates of peanutty entrées lined the tables, and I hid underneath, feeling my heart leap with every “ooh” and “ahh.” “Is this peanut butter pot roast?” Pepper the Poodle asked, her voice rising like the overture of my favorite opera.
The days rolled on, each one a chapter, each chapter a fresh escapade. On night ten, the eve of Christmas Eve, Pups’s Parfait was transformed into an ice rink, frisbees substituting for skates, and parfaits waiting to salute each successful lap. The crowd stomped their paws, and my heartstrings played notes of pure joy.
It’s about the build-up, like how the air feels heavy before a thunderstorm, filled with electric anticipation. And as Christmas Eve arrived, the energy of Pawsburgh felt like it could ignite the stars. Gathered at Newfoundland Nook, dogs of every shade and size waited for the final surprise.
“You think it’s going to top the parfait ice rink?” Tobey the Terrier pondered.
“The ice rink was nothing,” I replied, my voice a whisper of mischief. “Wait until you see Setter’s Steakhouse tonight.”
And under the cover of dusk, the steakhouse morphed into a holiday gala. Every nook and cranny bloomed with red and green, the Scents of Celebration wafting through the air—thyme, cinnamon, and yes, the savory smell of steak. The big reveal had dogs bouncing like popcorn kernels in a hot pan, and the barks of joy formed a symphony worthy of Pawsburgh legend.
“You outdid yourself, Nezuko,” Marmalade purred from her perch on the windowsill, her eyes glimmering with approval.
“A true Christmas marvel,” Old Man Jenkins agreed, inching forward on his tortoise shell, ready to indulge in festivities at a leisurely pace.
“Every spectacle, every morsel of peanut butter pot roast, it was for us?” Rex the Rottweiler’s voice billowed with gratitude.
“For us, for this, for the magic of Pawsburgh,” I replied. “Where every night is an adventure and every adventure, a fresh tale for our humans.”
We feasted, we danced, and when the night crawled to its cozy conclusion, each dog carried a slice of heaven back to their beds. The human world would never know the mystical tales of Pawsburgh, but in the frolic of their dreams, each pup lived a life beyond leashes—a life where their joy painted the night skies with colors richer than daylight could ever conjure.
As for me, Nezuko, I nestled into the cradle of my human’s embrace, the wind whisper of winter lacing through my starry coat. The thrill of the days’ escapades coursed through me, as I closed my eyes and dreamt of peanut butter and the symphony of barks echoing into Christmas Day.
The End.
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