- Dog Tales
- October 6, 2023
Paloma PawWord Story
Mom, had an epic showdown under the blazing sun with Kahlua for stealing my favourite T-rex. Got rave reviews at Fetch-N-Bites, then chilled at our favorite spot. Rain and vacuums, still a no-no. Btw, Pawsburg loves my cowgirl persona! Woof ya – Toots.
One sweltering Pawsburg day, I found myself at the notorious Fawn Cream Maltese Meadow with my unwavering sidekick, Paloma. Now, some call her a bulldog – I reckon she’s more of an iron cowgirl, packing a stubborness more tenacious than an old mule.
We were poised for a showdown. The opponent? That thieving critter, Kahlua, who nabbed Paloma’s treasured T-rex toy. “Yours is an obstinacy that this rambunctious town adores, Paloma,” I mused, chucking her velvety red fawn face under the sweltering sun. Clenching her jaw, she barked out a symphony that felt like some secret Morse code, resounding across the fringes of Pawsburg.
We sauntered over to Fetch-N-Bites afterwards, the best grub joint in town. Pulling open the creaking wooden door, I watched as her white coat dazzled under the swinging petroleum lamp, every canine eye fixated on us. “Chicken for the lady! Hold the vegetables,” I winked at the dog-tired chef. Her chompers bristled at the sight of the scrumptious poultry.
There amidst the clinking bowls and the rustling haystacks, she regaled me with the escapades of her crew – Natty, Guinness and her. Bulldogs of the same pack, you see. The words flowed out of her in barks and whines, effortlessly woven into each woof. I reckon it was the most captivating canine tale spun this side of Paws-A-Latte.
“Danged if you ain’t a social creature, Paloma.” She shot me an amused glance before leaning into the warmth seeping from the wood-burning stove. Of course, the noisy dog park was no place for a dignified lady like her – she always valued the quiet grace of her own backyard, often soaking up the sunshine by the still waters of her pool.
Now, when the sun set and the storm clouds rolled in, the bravest of dogs turned tail. My Paloma was no exception. She despised the rain, despised the vacuum cleaner, and Lord above, she despised baths. Nothing that messes up her sunshine, please. “I reckon those troubling storms just stir up all the loneliness you’re hiding away, huh?” It was a silent concurring woof from the lil’ cowgirl. Her loyal heart never adored the idea of solitude in this wild and desolate West.
Certainly, the Wild West is known for its cowboys and their unshakable horses. But here in Pawsburg, we’ve got a nugget of our own Western tale. A tough-as-nails bulldog and her tireless escapades, championing the spirit of the old frontier. After all, a dog’s life in Pawsburg is a tale to be told with a wagging tail and a brave heart.
The End.
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