- Dog Tales
- February 19, 2024
Frank the Bernese: A Tail of Thrones, Sardines, and Choosing the Throne of a Different Kind: A Frank PawWord Story
Hey family, just a quick tail-wag from Pawsburgh, where I’ve sniffed out adventure and intrigue. Decided against ruling the roost – too much drama for this Bernese mountain dog! I’m happier as the heart of our canine community, not its king. Keeping it simple with dreams of sardines and gnome companionship. The throne can wait; I’ve got squirrels to watch. Give my love to everyone. 🐾 – Frank the Tank
In the hallowed halls of my slumber, amid the comfortable darkness, my dreams are whisked away by the silent call of Pawsburgh—a realm, I’m told, where every fire hydrant is an opportunity and every meal at Labrador Lunch is a divine affair. Today, I mustered the courage to leave my treasured backyard with its familiar shade and the orphaned gnome, sole witness to my most private moments.
There’s a rustle in my chest as I troddle down Lhasa Lane, past The Barking Boutique, where a Schnauzer wearing a velvet collar far too grandiose for his small frame offers a nod of mild acknowledgement. I acknowledge him back—there’s decorum in Pawsburgh, after all, and it’s not just for the showy terriers and their decadent taco feasts.
The air here smells of Shepherd’s Shawarma, leaving a tangy echo in my nostrils. And then I see them—the dachshunds of Dachshund Dale. They’re all sleek lines and snappy banners, a contrast to my squarely built body festooned with gentle curves. They’re whispering of a plot most sinister, a struggle for the throne of Pawsburgh, a tale as old as time that I’ve somehow stumbled into.
Sardines. Yes, amidst this political entanglement, my mind whispers of sardines—those salty morsels that make my heart soar. My tail thumps against my side, and in this palace of doggy delights, I find momentary distraction.
But hark, the struggle for the pawer… erm, power, is upon us. A diamond-coated Doberman pinscher from the infamous Dunes has declared himself the rightful heir, his claim as ostentatious as the gem-laden landscape of his home. I find it all a bit much. There’s a time for grandeur and a time for the simple crunch of a well-loved gnome between one’s teeth.
“Frank,” a voice beckons, “you’re a Bernese of the mountains. Your size commands respect!” It was a persuasive Maltese from the Pampered Pooch Salon, her fur fluffed to the nines. I pondered this; true, stature can often be mistaken for sovereignty, but I am a creature of peace, not politics.
“You want me, a casual connoisseur of backyard birdwatching, to ascend the throne? To lead this tail-wagging torrent of dogdom?” The thought, while flattering, was terrifying. The vacuum of leadership was not unlike the vacuum cleaner at home: loud, chaotic, unnervingly powerful, and to be avoided at all costs.
Yet, as I lean my considerable girth against the nearest lamppost, contemplating my next move, the plot unfolds like a chewed-up squeaky toy. It didn’t take long for the canine constituents of Pawsburgh to sense my reluctance. A ruler should have a bite for command, not just a bark of hesitation.
And so it was decided, among Shepherd’s Shawarma and fleeting glances at The Pawsome Pet Pharmacy, that I, Frank, would not be king. No, instead, I would be the heart of Pawsburgh—a gentle giant among dogs, the friend you lean on when the game of thrones tires you out. I might not wear a crown, but the welcoming weight of me against your side is an embrace of royal proportions.
In the end, the story of power in Pawsburgh remains as convoluted as a pack of puppies chasing their own tails. As for me? Well, I’ll keep on prancing with my gnome, dreaming under an oak tree’s shade, and letting the world of pet politics pass by. It’s a throne game, but not one for a creature of my simple, sardine-loving constitution.
The End.
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