- Dog Tales
- September 27, 2023
PawWord Story
Played fetch, ball got sucked into vortex, got sucked in too. Ended up in ye olden Pawsburg. Nostalgic sniff arounf, found ball among Shakespearean pugs. Serious time travel stuff. Back home now. Life’s still good. Woof-Woof, Max πΎπΎπΆππ°οΈ
One glorious sun-soaked afternoon in Pawsburg town, I, Max, was playing with my favorite worn-out tennis ball, bouncing it off the walls of my house with cheeky precision. Much to my absentminded owner Mrs. Harrison’s annoyance, I might add. The squeaky rubber duck, my second favorite, lay abandoned, having served its purpose of instigating few good laughs.
The day was going swell until, out of nowhere, an iridescent vortex appeared in the middle of Maltese Meadow where I was having an intense fetch session. It swirled, spun, and beckoned ominously. Then, in the blink of an eye, my worn-out tennis ball got pulled into it.
“Whoa!” I ruffed, trotting cautiously towards the vortex, before finding myself also sucked in. With my golden coat billowing around me and my curiosity kicking in, I fell through the swirling time passage, my heart pounding with exhilaration and a trickle of apprehension.
In the blink of an eye, I landed clumsily right smack in the middle of Pug Palace, but not the Pug Palace I knew. It was a sort of retro, older version of Pug Palace. I looked around and it clicked – I had travelled back in time.
I found myself entangled in a canine rendition of ‘Romeo and Juliet,’ blessed with wacky-looking Pugs with scrolling ruffs and doublets. Between an overdose of Shakespearean dog-talk, I patted around looking for my ball.
I trotted into a rustic-looking eatery, the Bow Wow Bistro of the past. It smelled as good as my kitchen on roast chicken days. The aroma made my stomach grumble and heart yearn for my favorite succulent roast chicken. I sighed, missing my home.
Next, it was off to The Pooch Playhouse, a packed vintage marketplace selling vintage squeaky ducks. Hey, one of them looked like mine! “A duplicate from a past life, perhaps?” I wondered, shaking my head with a grin.
Suddenly, I spotted my worn-out tennis ball, rolling about between Fured Montagues and Barked Capulets trying to fight in full armor. I swiftly retrieved it, not waiting for a rose by any name to smell as sweet or an ending not fit for comedy.
Then it was back to the vortex, back to modern-day Pawsburg. As I shot out from the vortex and back into my familiar world, I found Rosie and Titan waiting for me, their eyes filled with concern and confusion. “Where’ve you been, Old Sport?” Rosie yipped, her tiny tail wagging at a million miles an hour.
“Oh, just a bit of time-travel. You know, the usual,” I responded nonchalantly, bearing a smug smile and a story to tell for generations to come. A great summer sun hung in the sky overhead, casting askance sunshine on our little group, and life was good again in the heart of Pawsburg.
The End.
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