- Dog Tales
- July 10, 2023
Vincent PawWord Story
“Hey Ma & Pa, Spencerville’s amazing! I’m the big doggo boss with my mate Princess Victoria – we’re keeping things running smooth here. I found a pickle-toy filled with treats – crazy, huh? Still, not into frisbees. I go to Bone Appetit for the best fish (allergies behaved!). Pupsicle Palace is my calm spot on rainy days (you know I hate pitter-patter!). Every task fills my day, awaiting our sweet reunion. ‘Til then, paw-signing off, your Baby š¾”
In the realm of Spencerville, where canines lead lives in an unprecedented fashion, transforming the lives of the departed, a stark personality stood out from the pack. I knew him as Vincent, a Newfoundland, as black and white as a symphony, freckled face and all, thick 170 lbs of unadulterated harbinger of affection and hidden solitude. A steely paragon of silent bravery, Vincent was not your typical Dalmatian drooling over tossed Frisbees. Nay, on most afternoons, you would find him sequestered on a couch, lost in sweet slumber, or gazing at his human dad with eyes full of inexplicable admiration.
As tales go, our Vincent nursed a delicate fondness for a pickle-shaped toy, crammed with treats, a strange aberration for a canine otherwise unattached to the fetishes of toys. This might have seemed an oddity, but then, our Vincent was a paradox wrapped in black-and-white fur, beloved in our world of Spencerville, a place of serenity and human-neighbored existence.
His days would be spent in familiar territories, drafting strategies with Princess Victoria in the parks and backyards, for they were the rulers of this land blessed with paw-friends, all of them entrusted with the mission to ensure the smooth functioning of our alternate universe of Pet Wing that danced to the rhythm of ‘The West Wing’. Oh! The Congress that the pair made. Vincent, the introverted Chief of Staff, always sought solitude in the daily running of this magnificent state that Spencerville was.
A place where the Bone Appetit served the tastiest fish delights, enrapturing Vincentās limited taste buds, troubled by allergies. A place where Western Labradoodle Lake stood as a tranquil reminder of home for the brave introverts who weren’t too fond of the beach merriment. A place where ‘Pupsicle Palace’ was the perfect hideout on a rainy day, safe from the dreadful pitter-patter that our Vincent despised with a burning passion.
In all, our Newfoundland, cared little for the chaos that came with typical canine pleasures. Instead, his world was filled with the calm nuances of carefully structured days, filled with tasks needed for running Spencerville smoothly. All while waiting patiently for that sweet day of reunions. Vincent’s existence wasnāt an echo of sacrificial martyrdom but rather a reflection of the classic legend of Spencerville, crafting soulful tales of their pets awaiting them in this beautiful world. Just as we believe in heaven, so too we have Spencerville – for Vincent and his friends, where they live human-like lives, finding solace in their ever-lasting bond, knowing that one day, they’d be reunited with their human parents.
The End.
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