- Dog Tales
- July 27, 2023
Irv PawWord Story
“Dad, imagine me, Irv, the T-bone king of Spencerville, presented with broccoli at Paws On The Grill! My steak joy replaced by green dismay. But fear not, the T-bones returned, reserved just for yours truly. Tales of our park journeys and T-bone triumphs will live on always. Love, your ‘Soul’dog, Irv. ”
Now, any fool who knows Irv, knows he ain’t no ordinary hound, he’s something of a downright legend here in our fair Spencerville. Not that he’d ever brag about it. He ain’t the kind for boasting. Quiet ol’ Irv, the pride of this here town, spend his days sunning himself down at Spotted Red Beagle Beach or gorging himself silly at Pup-Tizers ’til he damn near bursts. Never seen a fella enjoy a T-bone steak like Irv does; like a kid at a county fair.
One might reckon these small joys should be enough for a stout, wrinkly bulldog, but not for Irv. Oh, no sir. That ol’ pup had his beloved park, that grand expanse of green that’s almost as much a part of him as his raggedy chew toy. He’d lope along the park trails like he owned them, his short legs struggling to keep up with his large-as-life spirit. Ain’t a single blade of grass that hasn’t met the underside of Irv’s paw or a tree that hasn’t provided shade to that crinkled, old soul-like skin under the midday sun.
Some say Irv was more than just a bulldog – they say he was the heart, the very soul of Spencerville. That park was his royal court, and us folks, we were all his loyal subjects. There’s a story about him, one that’ll tickle your funny bone, more twisted than the old oak at Lower Silver Siberian Summit.
Now Irv, well known for his distaste in anything as green as a bud on a spring morning, loved him some T-bone steak, but not just any T-bone, mind you. His favourite was the specialty of Paws On The Grill, basted in a secret sauce that’d make your mouth water. One day however, that ol’ eatery ran smack-dab outta T-bone. Rumour was, some no-gooders from outta town swept in and bought up the lot. When Irv turned up for his regular nose-dive into a T-bone, he was presented instead with a tray of broccolis. Oh, the treachery!
The sight of his bent and sorrowful eyes twisting with horror is one Spencerville ain’t soon to forget. He turned tail and ran, straight outta Paws On The Grill, hell-bent on righting this culinary injustice. Course, no one knows exactly what happened next, only that them outta towners never showed their faces ‘round these parts again, and them T-bones? They came right back on the menu, reserved exclusively for Irv!
Now, ain’t that something? That’s our Irv, our good ol’ Spencerville ‘soul’dog. His tale’s a testament to this place where every critter – from the bravest German Shepherd to the cheekiest Beagle – knows they’ll find their own slice of paradise… and a hearty steak. After they pass on, of course.
The End.
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