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- April 12, 2024
The Enchanted Exploration of White Westie Woods: A Pug’s Pancake Adventure: A merlin PawWord Story
Hey family! 🐾 Just want to say I’ve been living up to my namesake, Merlin the Magically Mischievous Pug, by discovering the enchanting White Westie Woods and chatting with a fancy squirrel. Survived a close V-E-T scare at a pancake party and reaffirmed my war on green beans. Spencerville is quirky, charming, and a little bit magical, just like me! 🎩✨ Catch you after my latest adventure. Tail wags, Merlin 🐕💬
I have figured out many things in my time here at Spencerville, like the fact that mailmen aren’t the nemesis they seem to be or that fire hydrants aren’t just for… well, you know. But the most mystical discovery of all has to be White Westie Woods. I’m telling you, it’s nothing short of enchanting. They say that the trees sway and whisper secrets at twilight, and I – Merlin, the black pug, connoisseur of escapades and enemy of green beans – intend to find out.
It’s your classic Tuesday, and I’m out waddling on a particularly pawsome adventure. I’ve left the warm embrace of backyard shenanigans (my own slice of heaven) to venture into these famed woods. They call this Magical Realism, which I find apt because here I am, a pug with the heart of a lion, trotting into a forest that seems to both sparkle and smirk in a way that forests in your typical town do not.
Along the path, trees with bark as white as Westies (hence the name) bow slightly as I pass, like they’re in on a joke I can’t wait to get. It’s here, under the shade of these giggling trees, I encounter a whimsical creature worthy of any tale – a squirrel with a monocle. (Where does he even get these? Is there a boutique for the discerning woodland critter?)
“Ah, Merlin, we’ve been expecting you,” he says with a wink. I swear, if this woodland critter didn’t have such an air of dignity, I’d have thought I chewed on a funny-looking bone earlier.
Why the squirrel speaks or why he knows my name, we may never realize. And since I’m feeling the vibes of this magical place, I decide to not question it. Instead, we chat, him perched on a low-hanging branch, me cocking my head to the side to better grasp the nuances of our conversation.
He tells me that the mayor of Spencerville, a wise old bloodhound with a monocle to match (apparently, there’s a trend), is hosting a banquet at Pawsome Pancakes. “It’s the flapjack jubilee,” he informs me. I must go – my humans do love pancakes, but then again, who doesn’t?
So, off I trot to the center of town, my nails clicking on the cobblestones in anticipation. The place is packed with pets, furry clientele of all sorts noshing on stacks of pancakes covered in syrup, whipped cream, and berries. I snag a table by the window, the ideal spot for people-, pardon, pet-watching.
It’s all laughter and tail wags until The Doggy Bagel Deli across the street catches my eye. Its freshly baked goods waft over, and my stomach growls louder than a Doberman on guard duty. Which leads me to the green beans ordeal. Folks, I live by simple rules, and one is that if you sneak a green bean onto my plate, we can’t be friends. Just kidding! (But seriously, no green beans.)
Before long, the old bloodhound in his vest and matching monocle raises a paw for silence. He gives a bark about camaraderie and patience, reminding us that while we wait for our humans, we must revel in the wonders of Spencerville. I dig what he’s saying, but suddenly he declares a surprise guest is here for check-ups. Oh no, not the V-E-T…
I don’t do vet visits. Not in a box, not with a fox. My aversion to white coats and clinical thermometers has me eyeing the nearest exit. Before a mass canine exodus can ensue, the guest is revealed to be a masseuse specializing in doggie paws and ears. Turns out the bloodhound is a bit of a prankster.
Laughter erupts, the kind that makes your belly hurt in the best way possible.
As the celebration dies down, I find my way back to the borders of White Westie Woods, the sky a palette of pink and oranges, the trees now silent in their reverence to the setting sun. The squirrel buddy of mine salutes with his tiny paw, and as I waddle back to the backyard, the heart of my world, I muse that Spencerville is indeed the most magical of towns, green beans notwithstanding.
The End.
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