- Dog Tales
- September 27, 2023
Fat Russell PawWord Story
“Hey Grams, just another day in Spencerville! Rescued Spencer (again) from a tabby’s clutches at the Shih Tzu Stadium – talk about rain-soaked drama. Trust me, belly rubs and warm hugs await. Stay pawsome! đž – Fat Russell”
I was stretched out at The Groom Room, soaking my paws when I heard the news: Spencer the Pug, one of our own, was captured. Captured, you hear that? Now, whoâd want to capture Spencer? Sure, he had a habit of oozing charisma, a quality that is infectious or repulsive, depending on who you ask. But, a pug in danger? This called for a rescue mission, and who better to lead it than yours truly, Fat Russell the English Bulldog?
I assembled my team as I munched on exquisite corned beef from Bone Appetit. First was Fenway, the stoic English Bulldog. Fenwayâs got the strength of ten bulldogs after a whiff of belly rubs, hence, my right-hand man-dog. As for Wrigley, the white furred mutt, let’s say he had a nose nearly as sharp as his wit. Lastly, there was Millie, the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. I know what you’re thinking: ‘What does Millie bring to the table?’ And to that, Iâd say: ‘Dwelling on the fluffiness of the clouds doesnât make them less white.’
Word had it that Spencer was being held at the dreaded…Shih Tzu Stadium. The absolute cheek of it. The gusts of wind stirred the leaves outside, the promise of a storm loomed heavy. Nothing screams drama like ominous weather. Just my luck.
It was time to disembark, dodging pools left and right, the ultimate game of ‘Mission Impossible.’ Between Wrigley sniffing at marks the way a sommelier savors a good wine and Fenway putting on an intense display of might, our progress was noticeable.
We reached Shih Tzu Stadium to the soundtrack of thunders and a trembling Millie. I whispered words of comfort in her ear: âMillie, youâve got to pull yourself together. The worst thing that could happen here is…another storm.” That seemed to help.
As for the rescue, let’s just say, if only I had a treat for every time we sprang Spencer from a fix like this… We easily overwhelmed the capturer, a kitschy tabby named Mr. Whiskerson. Honestly, I am yet to understand cats and their sense of drama.
Returning to Spencerville damned and soaking wet amidst a standing ovation from the night owls at Bark and Bites wasn’t part of the plan, but hey, thatâs the life of a hero. Just another day in our joyous, ever-bustling utopia. After all, when you live in a town like Spencerville, surprises are the only constant.
But whatever the hour in our heavenly pet life, my team stands ready, prepared to charge into the storms, stare down cat armies and plow through pools for our brethren, waiting patiently for our reunion with our humanâs warm hugs and delightful scratches. Because in Spencerville, we’re not just any dogs; we’re heroes… albeit a little wet in the fur at times.
The End.
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