- Dog Tales
- September 14, 2023
Samillva PawWord Story
“Day full of tail-twisting detective work, mate! Pawsburg’s Fetch-N-Bites ransacked, Milly’s beef stolen. Chased a citrus scent clue to a high, cold summit. Found the Rat King and his gang chomping on our glorious beef! Caught ’em, served justice. Back home now, gnawing on my rubber ducky. Adventure? More fun when it’s beef-flavored. Paws crossed for tomorrow! – Chewbacca of Pawsburg”
As the sun yawned its way across the bright blue Pawsburg sky, I was roused from my slumber upon my favorite sun-warmed patch of grass. It was going to be a day unlike any other, for Pawsburg was stirring with an off-kilter hum. “Samillva,” called out Bobtail, his angular silhouette framing my backyard fence, “there’s trouble afoot!”
I squinted at him. Crime, in our humble Pawsburg? Absurd! Flapping my jowls, I rolled onto my paws, my familiar stubbornness itching for an adventure. Bobtail led the way, his tail flicking invitingly, as we scurried off into the heart of town.
Adventure tasted like beefy kibble in the morning – exhilarating yet comfortable. But today was anything but comfortable.
“Fetch-N-Bites!” Bobtail meowed in dismay as we stood before the overnight turned crime scene, the vibrant restaurant signs flickering sporadically. The restaurant was ransacked, fishy bites littered everywhere, and the air held a note of confusion. I could see Milly standing there, golden fur bristling anxiously.
“Stolen! My beef steak,” Milly barked. I winced, my stomach churning in solidarity. Beef steak, my first love, a victim of such heinous crime! As my nostrils twitched, picking up the faint trace of citrus—my least favorite scent—I knew we had a clue.
The day blurred in a montage of investigation, our stubby noses sniffing out trails and tendrils of the conspiracy. From the posh interiors of Barking Boutique to the stony landscapes of Collie Canyon, our little squad left no stone unturned. As the sun sagged in the sky, we found ourselves at one last stop – Silver Siberian Summit. It was high, it was cold, but more importantly, it reeked of citrus.
Within the icy cave at the summit, we found the culprits. The Rat King and his merry gang, huddled around, chewing on our stolen beef! As the ludicrous image of rodents feasting on beef amused me, I saw Milly’s mirth-filled eyes and shared a hearty chuckle. A quick scuffle later, we had them cornered, dragging them down to Woof and Whisker Wellness Center – the unofficial town jail for the rodent kind.
Triumphant, we returned home under the blushing sky. Pawsburg, once again, was a peaceful town. I flopped onto my warm patch of grass, chewing leisurely on my beloved rubber duck. Crime? Rather exhilarating, I must say, especially when it involves stolen beef, good friends, and a delicious dose of justice.
As the day dipped below the horizon, I watched the twinkling Pawsburg lights and chuckled. My owners were back to their activities, none the wiser of my adventurous day. Pawsburg, oh you quirky little town, what will tomorrow bring, I wondered as I drifted to sleep.
The End.
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