- Dog Tales
- October 11, 2023
Vlad PawWord Story
“Hey mom & dad! Had a ruff day here in Spencerville. Some bully from Muttropolis tried to ruin our beach day but I told him, ‘On my watch? No way!’ Ended up giving him the boot. Life saver Vlad’s the name. Bath time’s not so bad anymore. There’s no draining the spirit of us dogs here! Paw-nder that! Lots of love, Vlad.”
Let’s lay extra focus on that one faithful day in Spencerville, on the sandy lanes of Spotted Red Beagle Beach. It was a day as normal as any other and the gang of four; Vlad, Momo, Noah, Max, and god-forbid Zeus, mildly beaming orbital bodies, found themselves involved in the usual bickering.
Just as I, Vlad, was about to claim victory in an intense game of beach ball, a dark shadow surged over us. An unspeakable villain from the Muttropolis, Dark Snout had entered our paradise. “Well isn’t this a thirsty sight,” he sneered, “Bath time, isn’t it?” I could feel the beach ball drop from my mouth as the gang froze. The sun seemed to retreat behind the clouds and the usually vibrant Spencerville faded to a dull grey.
“Rain or shine, bath is divine,” he cackled, shaking us to the core. As the villain set about his cruel plan, something roused in me. The taste of freshly cooked spaghetti at Paws-A-Latte, the thrill of an unexpectedly enjoyable swim at Poodle Pond, and the comfort of sunbathing, all filled me with a peculiar courage.
“I may not be a fan of bath time, but I’m definitely a fan of Spencerville and its peace. You’ve woken up the wrong dog, Mr. Snout,” I growled, filled with a bravery flavored with a dash of stubbornness. Meeting the gang’s wide-eyed gaze, I ushered them behind me, a stern look of reassurance flashed their way.
This Dark Snout might be a formidable force, but he just hadn’t accounted for my loyalty. The loyalty that bound me to Momo and the rest of my vibrant band, to my wonderful owners waiting for me at home, and to this fantastic pet-paradise of Spencerville.
With a fierce vigour I lunged at our intruder, using smart tactics I’d gained from my years of defending my beloved ones. The villain’s confident grin wavered. Back and forth we tumbled, a dark blur against the sandy beach. All the while, I could hear the softest of whispers carried by the wind, “You go, Vlad,” it seemed to carry a familiar echo.
Brows furrowed, I put in my last ounce of strength and with a triumphant bark sent Dark Snout back to where he came from. As the shadow melted away, sunlight trickled onto the beach once more and a victorious cheer erupted from the gang.
Exhausted and content, I strolled my way to Paws-A-Latte not just craving that mouthwatering plate of spaghetti, but also embracing a newfound respect for that dreaded bath time. You know as they say, “necessity is the mother of acceptance.” Let the villain try to rain on our parade, I reckoned, us dogs of Spencerville had learned to embrace bath time. The safety and peace of our lovely haven was once again secured and I, its unsuspecting hero.
One thing was for sure, bath time had taken on a very different meaning in Spencerville.
The End.
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