- Dog Tales
- March 2, 2024
The Contemplative Brute: Chasing Joys in Spencerville: A Waylon PawWord Story
Hey Mom,
You wouldn’t believe it, but here in Spencerville, I’ve gone from a bumbling pup to the town’s gentle giant, guardianship’s my new gig! Bullmastiff Boardwalk mornings get me all reflective about this crazy journey, though I still sneak in a good tug-o-war and BBQ. Miss you like wild, but I’m wagging along, making every moment count until we’re reunited.
Big paws and bigger heart,
Waylon 🐾
It’s quite the thing, you know, to wake up on Bullmastiff Boardwalk with the scent of Dog-gone Good BBQ wafting through the air, that tang of wood-smoked meats mingling with the salty whisper from East Bulldog Bay. Makes a chap like me contemplate the meandering journey of life, doesn’t it?
My size, let me tell you, has always afforded me a certain, well, there’s no other word for it – gravitas. From the moment the ethereal gates of Spencerville creaked open, marking a peculiar graduation from puppyhood to a more esteemed canine existence, I felt the weight of being a larger-than-life figure in a town of eternal play.
But being colossal in size has its other side, its introspective, brooding aspect. It leads an introspective dog to take stock of his life, to reflect on the visceral thrill of juvenile rough-and-tumble morphing into a steadfast protector’s silent watch. I think of my siblings often, especially Cash, whose barks still echo in the meeting halls of my memories. I’d wager he’s out there somewhere, prodigiously flapping his tongue out with each sprint, paws thudding like little drums of war against the ground.
It’s a rare morning when I stand before the full-length mirror at Canine Couture Clothing, assessing not just the brindle sea across my shoulders but the character beneath the fur. The playful scamp in me often wrestles with the composed guardian I’ve grown to be, a strapping chap standing with earnest against the changing tides of this quaint society of departed pets.
An age seems to have come and gone since the first time I sank my teeth into the braided glory of my favoured tug rope, the same gnarly old thing I’d best Cash with any day of the week. Speaks volumes, that does – change, transformation, all amid reluctant acceptance of stability, of knowing one’s place within the bark of things. And like a truism that sticks out its welcome, it’s all a smidge banal on the nose; obvious, innit?
But sometimes, between raucous feats at Paws On The Grill – scrumming with every manner of pup over the last morsel of steak – and jitter-jiving whenever the thunderclap symphony began its unwanted recitals, I’d feel it. Growing up, I reckon it’s called, even in a place where growing old isn’t quite on the cards.
Ah, would you look at me – all caught up in my little stream of dog-consciousness. A dog’s life, they say, as if to drum it up quaintly. But here in Spencerville, it’s a patchwork quilt, a myriad of experiences stitched together in human-like fancy until we dig our paws into our true calling.
I’ll tell you what, though – despite the wonder, the boundless adventures at every turn, Cream Maltese Meadow’s rustling whispers don’t mask the pang for the parental units, the humans we vowed to wait for. It’s a cauldron of feelings capable of making even a stalwart like me bristle with anticipation, that longing to reunite, while still revelling in the here and the now.
I mull over this, of course, with the casual flair of an Amis character, as I swagger down the boardwalk. It’s not melancholy, mind – no sir, just a seasoned acknowledgment that life, like the best of slobbering games, has its pull and its push, a game of tug-of-war played out on a grand, existential scale.
But there I go again, chewing the cud of my existence when there’s fun to be had, naps to be taken, and a whole town’s worth of antics to fill my days. That, after all, is the spirit of Spencerville – where every dog, even a contemplative brute like me, carries on chasing joys as endless as the skies we lay under.
The End.
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