- Dog Tales
- December 28, 2023
The Pawsburgh Puzzle: Wicket’s Witty Quest to Save the Bones!: A wicket PawWord Story
Hey 👋🐾! Just thwarted Victor Vain’s rubbery ruse atop Spitz Spire with my brains & crew’s brawn. Pawsburgh bones remain crunchy thanks to yours truly. Adventures in art await us. Keep dreaming, I’ll keep saving. 🦴🎨 – Wicky #NoRubberBones
Ah, Pawsburgh. By the light of the crescent moon, it is but a whisper away, a blink, a secret passage through the dreams of my two-legged friend, the painter. She doesn’t know, bless her soul, but when the last streak of crimson paint dries on her canvas, while she sleeps, a world awaits.
You know me, I’m Wicket. On a night not unlike this, with mischief glistening in my twinkling eyes, a whisper of adventure tickles my whiskers. I stretch upon my patch of sun in the living room, a façade. For tonight, the stakes in Pawsburgh could not be higher.
The tail begins, forgive me, tale, in Mastiff Meadows—ah, the breeze there tastes like freedom. Or is it the aroma from Barking BBQ? No matter. I, just a Brussels Griffon with a penchant for sardonic wit, am bound for a rendezvous with destiny.
My scuttle to Spitz Spire is interrupted by a hullabaloo at Akita Alley; news has spread like wildfire in a dog park, Baxter, my chum, comes barreling out of the shadows, his ears flapping wildly. He’s baying about a villain so dastardly, so conniving, that even the felines have paused their yarn-batting.
“Wicket!” Baxter pants, his vowels stretching longer than the leash of Happy Hounds Dog Walking. “The villainous Vizsla, Victor Vain, is at it again! He’s planted a device atop Spitz Spire that threatens to turn every bone in Pawsburgh to rubber!”
I gasp, the horror almost knocking the beard off my face. Not the bones! Those calcium-rich tokens of tail-wagging ecstasy? A travesty!
“A rubber bone? That’s even more useless than a squeaky chicken with laryngitis,” I muse. Remember my rubber chicken friend? Worthless without its squeak, trust me.
Then Whiskers ambles over, his furry brow furrowed in concern. Wise Whiskers, more profound than even the meatiest bone marrow. “Wicket, you must use your unparalleled puzzle-solving prowess to disarm the device.”
“Whiskers, my friend,” I retort with a scoff, “it’s a fool’s errand for dogs to climb! We haven’t got opposable thumbs, you see?”
“Tush,” Whiskers swats the air with his gray-striped tail. “You’ve got guts and gumption. And look, here comes Gidget the Greyhound with her ladder from The Dapper Dog Salon.”
Gidget nods, all sleek and swift. “I borrowed it from the art gallery where I model for those avant-garde paintings. But hurry! Time slips quicker than a hound in a rabbit race!”
With Gidget’s ladder against the spire and a chorus of supportive barks rising behind me, we climb. Up, up, into the inky sky splattered with stars like an abstract masterpiece. Until finally, we reach the peak, standing toe to toe with the dastardly invention.
My puzzle brain ticks and tocks, my beard nearly entwining itself in thought. A contraption of levers, buttons, and a citrus-scented timer (mind you, a scent only tolerable because victory’s sweetness would soon wash the taste away).
Snip, twist, turn, and a little bit of stubbornness for good measure—ah, it clicks! Disarmed, just as the timer ticks to its final tart tock.
We descend to resounding applause, a cacophony of canine jubilation. Baxter, Gidget, Whiskers, and the cohorts of Pawsburgh nuzzle and cheer. Victory belongs to the Paws, but mark my words, adventure never really ends. Not when you’re Wicket of Pawsburgh.
So, when the cloud of a closet would be a sanctuary, remember the dog who once saved a town purely for the love of a good bone, and may your heart be as full and content as mine, with no rubber to speak of.
The End.
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