- Dog Tales
- September 3, 2023
Roxy PawWord Story
“Hey Mom! Your sun queen Roxy stood valiant today, sending an oppressive Mastiff packing with a slice of truth and a side of love for Spencerville. Comforts, not crowns, make a kingdom, as I schooled ’em. All’s peaceful and tail-wagging once again. Roxy Foo-Foo”
“Well ain’t that a sight! Roxy, the duchess of sunlight, lounging in her royal court of green. Cross me heart, she could sway any tail from Shih Tzu Stadium to Tan Dalmatian Desert. Rest your snouts, folks, ’cause the queen has just rolled in!”
Standing atop the grassy knoll, my tan-furred guard surveys the Lower Golden Gate Gardens, her turf, her paradise, all under the warmth of the Spencerville sun. Me? I’m Sammy, the strapping sidekick to the ‘Godmother’ of this cuddly town.
Roxy…my sister, despite what our breed certificates might suggest. Small puppers nipping at our feet believe tales of our formidable bond. But enough of that, let’s chew into the meat of the matter.
I’d seen Roxy stare down the terrifying vacuum cleaner…well, once at least. Ear cleaning sessions? Made her tail droop like a deflated balloon. Let’s not even mention the ‘V..E..T’ fiasco. But despite all her whims and quirks, you’ve gotta love her. As I loyally tag along, I can’t help but admire her; the affection she showers, the charm she exudes – all through that playful Labrador energy and Rottweiler’s strength.
One usual sun-laden day, our usual mirth was interrupted. A newcomer was in town. A big ol’ Mastiff named Brutus, looking to snatch the Dogfather title away. Now, Roxy ain’t one to pick fights. But insult her kingdom? You’d better ruff up your hide!
We strutted into Pupperoni Pizza, where Brutus was entertaining his fleabag gang, stretching the limits of his eat-all-you-can arrogance. I swear I almost saw Roxy’s fur blaze, like she’d swapped her duchess gown for a gladiator’s armor.
“Brutus,” she began, her words lucid, her gaze indomitable. Everyone in the joint, from the customers to the pups at Sniff ‘n’ Snack across the street, were silent. She continued, “Spencerville is about family, friendship, bone-chewing, and yes even ear cleanings.” A tug at the crowd’s heartstrings, a master tactician at work. “It ain’t a place for power hungry, dog biscuit gobblers like yourself!”
The pizza joint echoed with applause, the air palpable with victory. Roxy had put Brutus in his place, defended her family, her kingdom, reminding us all about the unspoken rules that governed our beloved Spencerville.
So there you’ve it, the tale of our sunshine queen, chew-bone aficionado and now the protector. I tell you, there’s never a dull moment with our Roxy, the canine ‘Godmother’.
The End.
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