- Dog Tales
- October 4, 2023
PawWord Story
“Hi there, it’s Baxter. You wouldn’t believe this wild ride of a day in Pawsburg – between chasing Duke out of Pet Partners, cringing at frozen treats at Yappy Yogurt, and a game of chase with squeaky squirrel Scamper, life here is never dull. Ended the day with juicy apple chunks at Pug Palace and a ‘Lights, Camera, Action!’ moment. Paws Up! ~Golden Boy Bax”
“This, dear readers, is Pawsburg – a clandestine paradise, Needham to Canines, wherein dogs of all creeds and breeds run wild and free. It is here, in this somewhat utopian existence that I, Baxter the Golden Retriever, find at every ceiling sniff and floor rub, something unequivocally fascinating.” I said as I looked around, repulsed by the black furry microphone shoved near my wet nose. The dogumentary crew, a group of enterprising humans, were filming a day in the life of us Pawsburg Finest.
“Ah! The smell of Furrific Fried Chicken wafting from two blocks away is quite beguiling. It competes well with the sweet scent of Golden Gate Gardens. Me and my gang – Duke, Bella and Bruno – often spend our evenings there – regaling tales of close shaves with bath-tubs and the horror of vacuum monsters,” I gave a grandiose turnaround catching sight of Duke, rummaging through trinkets at Pet Partners Pet Supplies.
“Duke, you old scoundrel, give that back,” I rushed toward him, my tail making swift work of the TV crew’s camera setup. Amidst laughter and curses, we made our way out, the TV crew scrambling after us.
As we walked along, we saw a new joint that had popped up, “Yappy Yogurt. Well, that triggers my bile. Why would you freeze a perfectly fine treat?” I confessed, wrinkling my nose at the spectacle of a bulldog with his tongue stuck on an ice-cream stick.
Pawsburg transformed into an unfamiliar but intriguing scenery by dusk. Silhouettes of rambunctious fellows sped down Brindle Brown Boxer Beach on their doggie cycles as we decided to make our way to Pug Palace for dinner.
“On today’s menu, we have apple chunks. A particular favorite of our golden boy here Baxter,” The chef wagged an apple at me, my mouth salivating at the sight of the red juicy chunk. As we dug into our delightful supper, I felt content. Another day in Pawsburg was drawing to a close when a stuffed squirrel squeaky toy named Scamper crossed my path. Oh, the thrilling chase began!
As the stars overloaded Pawsburg’s roof, I thought about my life under the spotlights – the chaos, the adventures, and the camaraderie. “Never a dull day,” I grinned at the camera. There wouldn’t ever be in a place where tail wags replace handshakes and every day is a new tale to be told. Yes, this was my Pawsburg. And every apple chunk, scampering squirrel, or barking friend was a part of my tale.
The End.
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