- Dog Tales
- October 13, 2023
Billy Bob PawWord Story
“Hey Dad, nightly adventures in Pawsburg went sideways. Apocalypse bit us hard – playtime’s over, survival’s hot. Meals? Scraps, if lucky. Simon’s roped me into a feline face-off at the Wellness Center. Miss home-cooked meals and my cozy nook. But ain’t losing hope – it’s our world, chaos and all. Still your picky Bubster, BB.”
In the stillness of night, as the veil of dreams wrapped our humans into a tranquil sleep, we’d slip into the realm of Pawsburg. A parallel universe, you might say, where us, dogs, left the confinements of the human world to relish the fraternity of the canine society. I’m Billy Bob, a dashing blend of Cairn and Yorkshire Terrier, renowned throughout the corners of Pawsburg for my quirks and eccentricities.
Before the apocalypse turned everything upside down, Pawsburg used to be like your everyday park. Imagine Westie Woods, where the air buzzed with the soft whimpering of poodles chasing their tails, or Golden Retriever River, the tranquil waters mirroring the golden hues of playing retrievers. But the quietude has now been replaced by a haunting quiet, the innocence by danger.
The morning came like any other, the sun barely peeking over the horizon, as if apprehensive of what it’d encounter. I kept close, taking shelter amidst the thick undergrowth of Lower Golden Gate Gardens. It wasn’t merely about play and frolics anymore. Survival – that was the name of the game.
Every now and then, we’d burst into the remnants of K9 Kebabs or Kibble Cuisine, scavenging for scraps that we could get our paws on. I know, I was rather picky with my food. A buffet of Naturo wet meat, pork steaks, or rawhide sticks – that’s mostly been my menu. But these days, a scrap of anything remotely edible was a goldmine.
“Oi, Billy Bob,” Simon, the biggest mutt in Pawsburg, growled, the stench of desperation lacing his voice. “Feline sighting at Woof and Whisker Wellness Center- we need your nose.”
Felines. I’ve always kept clear of ‘em. Their rigid aloofness and strange attraction for chaos didn’t sit well with me. But in this new world of ours, we had to put aside personal discomforts and preferences. We were all struggling for survival, irrespective of our breed.
Engulfed in the nerve-racking silence that now shrouded Pawsburg, I ventured towards The Doggy Depot, trying not to let my apprehension get the better of me. Craving the familiarity of my quiet nook back home, I sighed. At the end of the day, all one longed for was a morsel of normalcy, a taste of the world that used to be – not this eerie wilderness we found ourselves amidst.
But we weren’t dawdling in despair. Pawsburg remained a beacon of hope, our sanctuary. Yes, it was a world replete with oddities, chaos, and imminent threats, but it was our world. And me? I am Billy Bob, the dappling terrier reticent of chaos and loud noises, navigating my way in this post-apocalyptic world of Pawsburg, hoping for a pinch of tranquility in this wild storm. It ain’t always pretty, but it’s a dog’s world, unrefined and real.
The End.
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