- Dog Tales
- January 18, 2024
Bruno and Bentley: Pawsburgh’s Canine Crusaders: A Bruno PawWord Story
Hey Fam 🐾,
Bruno here, the delightful Beabull sleuth of Pawsburgh! Just saved our furry pal Buddy from the clutches of Scratch, the flea collar crook. Turned the grim peak into a tale of tail-wagging triumph! 🕵️♂️🐶 Just another day being the hero under my goofball exterior. Snuggle that blue teddy for me, will ya?
Aroooo and out,
Bruno 🐾💪
The day at Pawsburgh was grayer than the fur on Old Man Schnauzer’s back. There I was, Bruno, a Beabull with a patchwork of white and brown, lounging in that sunny spot by the window when my human said her goodbyes. Like clockwork, as the click of the door sounded her exit, that magical town of Pawsburgh shimmered into view just beyond the garden hedge.
I trotted past Pomeranian Park—too bright and peachy for today’s mood—and down Affenpinscher Avenue. My paws clicked on the cobblestone like the ticking of a clock, spelling mysteries in every echo. Some days, a dog just feels the underbelly of our canine utopia itching for a scratch.
At the corner of Barking BBQ, the smoke wafted, but my stomach growled for a different kind of sustenance. I sidled up to Mutt Munchies and snatched a peanut butter treat—hold the citrus, if you please—before ducking into the alley that hugged The Doggie Daycare.
“Psst, Bruno,” hissed a voice. It was Bentley, as dapper as ever in his herringbone coat. “We’ve got a bone to pick with trouble.”
I moseyed over, rubber ball in mouth. “Spill it, Ben.”
“It’s Buddy,” he murmured, glancing around warily. “He’s gone tail over paws into something darker than a Rottweiler’s shadow. He’s been sniffing around Pyrenean Peak.”
I dropped the ball; my heart-shaped patch seemed to weigh heavy. Buddy? Up in the mix on that noble mount, where the fog hung low, hiding secrets as well as bones?
“Then it’s the Peak that’s calling,” I growled, determination stiffening my tail. We set off, weaving through the rising mist, both aware that the fluff of Pawsburgh held a core tough as rawhide.
Pyrenean Peak loomed, throwing shade like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. We trudged up, my heart pounding staccato beats like a drum in the hands of a pup with too much energy and not enough nap.
At the summit, the fog cleared as if the story were reaching its climax and not wanting any part of the scene obscured. Buddy was there alright, paws tied with a leash, his golden fur mottled with the grit of the grim gravel ground.
“Bruno, Bentley, am I a sight for sore eyes or what?” His bark was brave, but his whine betrayed the scare.
“We’ve got you, pal,” I reassured him, my voice doing its best to mimic the confidence I felt licking creamy peanut butter from my snack toys.
The perpetrator was none other than Scratch, the notorious black-market flea collar flogger. His eyes had the gleam of a con dog who played fetch with soul rather than sticks.
Bentley lunged, and I followed, our assault a choreography taught by the streets of Pawsburgh. Scratch scampered, a yelp tucked between his jaws, and Buddy was free.
“You got here just in time, fellas,” Buddy said, his tail now a banner of freedom.
“We always do,” Bentley shot back with a smirk. Noir wasn’t just a style; it was woven in our fur, a part of our bark.
The descent was triumphant, stars peeking just to catch a glimpse of our valor. Pawsburgh might have been a fairytale of dog dreams, but under its belly, there lay enough darkness to keep a Beabull’s soulful eyes vigilant.
Back in my terrestrial home, nestled in my sunny patch, the human would never guess the shadows I’d skirted, the corruption I’d sniffed. To her, I remained simply Bruno, her loyal, clownish Beabull with a love for naps and blue teddy bears. But somewhere between sleep and the wag of a tail, lay a hero of Pawsburgh, always ready to answer the howls of the underdog.
The End.
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