- Dog Tales
- February 14, 2024
Bulldogs and Bones: The Rise of Holly, Queen of Pawsburgh: A Holly PawWord Story
Hey Dad,
Just a quick update from Pawsburgh – looks like your girl Holly has unwittingly become the town’s top dog. Between navigating Pet Throne Games and my peanut butter bone quest, I’ve ended up crowned the ruler of the realm! I guess I have a knack for uniting the canines with loyalty, love, and primo treats. Your “Little Slice of Angel Pie” is now Queen Holly the First, long may she reign (and snack)!
Wagging tails and wet noses,
Holly
Dusk fell over Pawsburgh like a plush blanket, and I, Holly of the House Bulldog, found myself pondering the weighty matters of the realm. The notorious Pet Throne Games were afoot, and though my spot-smeared ears were not given to eavesdropping, the whispers of scheming could be felt even in the briny air of Blue Basenji Bay.
I ambled along the shores where the sand met the sea, a lass stout of frame, loyally dreaming of my human, the one who inhabited thoughts as peanut butter clings to a bone. Tonight, however, my soul was torn betwixt affections and the call of duty – for in Pawsburgh, every wagging tail weaves a tale of allegiance or deceit.
As I made my way to Tail-Twitching Treats, the moon hung like a ripe, silver bone above. It was rumored they’d procured a new shipment of peanut butter delights, something that could sway the most formidable hearts in these parts. Lips smacking at the phantom taste, I heard the distant clangor from Spitz Spire, where the throne’s call beckoned even the most reluctant.
“Aye, Holly,” called Uncle Geoff, his tongue lolling with laugh. “Come to sniff out treasure, have we?” His jest carried on the wind as I approached him, my strides purposeful and deliberate.
“To dine,” I replied, my voice a growl of genteel breeding, tempered with the occasional brawl over a savory bone. A lady I may be, but one should never underestimate the appetite of a Bulldog.
At Spaniel Spaghetti, the perfumed scents of rich sauces did little to deter my quest, although the soft glow of Shar-Pei Shores could tempt a more romantic soul. But tonight, I was a dog with a mission – to secure what I coveted most, without the indignity of cabbage or lettuce. Let others prattle about greens; my saga was one of resilience and succulent meat.
Weaving through the marketplace of Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store, my brows furrowed at the burden I bore. Had I listened to Aunt Sue’s hushed warnings, I might have avoided the fray. Ill at ease was I with politics, yet in Pawsburgh, even the staunchest recluse could be drawn into the fray.
An encounter at Spa for Paws caught me off-guard, whiskers quivering, eyes vigilant, and my frame resolute lest they consider bathing me. I could barely suppress a shudder at the thought. Still, I pressed forth, for the power play beckoned. I passed The Tail Wagger’s Tailor, tongues wagging not of fabric but of fate.
“Pawsburgh shall see a true leader, steadfast and pure,” whispered the shrewd old Uncle Ron with a wink that suggested complicity. “A lady who knows her bones and brothers…” His words dripped with innuendo, though I feigned indifference, my heart secretly swelled with the thought of a peace sewn with my own paws.
As I ascended the final hill to the Paw Throne, my senses sharp, a plot unfurled more twisted than any a dog could devise alone. The throne lay unclaimed, the contenders scattered like mongrels at the sound of thunder. It was then I saw it – atop the velvet cushion, a peanut butter bone of unrivaled size and splendor.
Perhaps it was destiny or the hunger that gnawed at my very core. With a deep breath, I stepped forward, collar gleaming in the moonlight. The murmurs fell silent as I took my place before the throne. I had not sought power; however, it appeared a plump, affable English Bulldog might just be the unifier Pawsburgh needed.
Who better than one who valued loyalty, love, and a good chew? I, Holly, eyed the throne, my resolve steadfast. For once, all of Pawsburgh seemed to agree. And if my reign ensured a lifetime supply of peanut butter bones, well, who were they to question the will of the hounds?
The End.
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