- Dog Tales
- February 8, 2024
Snacks, Sniffs, and Solitude: The Mysteries of Pawsburgh: A Nellie PawWord Story
Heya, it’s Nellie the Canine Conundrum here! 😜 I’ve turned detective in this doggone ghost town. The humans vanished and left us mutts in a pickle. Sheriff Snoops and I are sniffing out clues, while I dodge being the terrier twins’ new plaything. Pawsburgh ain’t what it used to be – it’s all eerie silence instead of yummy smells. Wish me luck; I’ve got my paws full in this fur-raising fiasco! 🐾🔍🐕 #TheWalkingPets 🌟 Nellie
I awoke amidst the confusion of a world turned topsy-turvy — this was not the jovial Pawsburgh I did my nightly capers in. The usually vibrant Schnauzer Street lay in a somber mood, cloaked in an eerie fog. The Terrier Tacos stand that often bustled with the symphony of sizzling meats and barking orders was silent. As a dog with a fur pattern that could only be described as having been applied by a drunk decorator at a camouflage factory, I’m quite accustomed to things not being quite what they seem; yet, this was different. It was as if someone had taken our little doggy paradise and dropped it into the middle of a very low-budget apocalyptic movie.
I maneuvered through the remnants of Pawsburgh with the grace of a Border Collie — which is to say, quite a lot of grace. My nose twitched at the absence of delightful smells; not a whiff of Husky’s Hotcakes floated in the air. The fog thickened, wrapping around Spitz Spire like a nefarious scarf.
“Nellie, is that you?” barked a concerned voice from the shadows.
“Sheriff Snoops, what’s happened here? Did someone cancel snack time forever?” I replied, trying to look as dignified as a confused dog could.
Sheriff Snoops emerged, his jowls heavy with the gravity of the situation. “It’s worse than no snacks, Nellie. The humans are gone. Vanished. Zilch. Poof!”
I felt a pang of sorrow; they were the bringers of belly rubs, the keepers of kibble. In their mysterious absence, Pawsburgh had become a town unmoored. The wise old bloodhound’s tail drooped, a surefire sign that our walkies had just got a lot more complicated. Together we stalked towards the heart of town, unsure of what we’d find. Or rather, what we wouldn’t.
As we trotted along, our paws stirred the dust of this once-thriving metropolis of mutts. The Emerald Eskimo Estuary loomed in the distance, its ice cream shop deserted, the freezer still humming its lonely tune. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I paused to appreciate the absurdity of it all — dogs without humans is like a frisbee without the chase; it just doesn’t make sense.
Mopsy and Topsy, the infamous terrier twins, leaped out from behind a toppled post box. “Nellie, we’re in charge now!” yapped Mopsy, or Topsy — it was hard to tell with their fur ruffled in disarray.
“Of what? The ‘Best Hide-and-Seek Game Ever’?” I remarked with a wry smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. Even in chaos, one must maintain a certain level of witty repartee, Douglas Adams wouldn’t have had it any other way.
As the self-appointed rulers of this new order, the terriers were making the most of an empty Pawsburgh. They escorted us down the desolate paths, past the Howling Husky Hardware Store where once hammers and nails were provisions for our peppy playhouses.
“Sheriff,” I said, as my blue and brown eyes caught the sliver of a broken photo frame at Best in Show Photography. “Who takes a photo of an empty town?”
“No one, Nellie. It’s the perfect setting for those apocalyptic family portraits — ‘Wish you were here, sort of’,” he solemnly replied, tipping his hat as if to salute the lost memories.
Night fell, and in the void of human laughter and television hums, our howls and barks echoed off the empty buildings, crafting eerie melodious lullabies.
Leaning against Spa for Paws’ tarnished sign, I gazed up at the stars. How remarkable that the sky remained unchanged despite the earth’s oddities beneath. Perhaps tomorrow would reveal a clue, a scent on the breeze, a familiar jingle of keys — the return of our cherished counterparts.
But for now, this is Nellie, the merle-coated sleuth of Pawsburgh, signing off. Stay tuned for our adventures in the days of The Walking Pets — it’s bound to be a howling good tale.
The End.
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