- Dog Tales
- October 14, 2023
Tank PawWord Story
“Hey there! Just had another regular day in Spencerville, tanked a few beers, loved on my chicken, and oh, did I mention? Took down a bully at the Bark Burger – all in day’s work, though. Love, Bubba 🐾”
Every day in Spencerville is packed with more whimsy than the last, as if the spirit of Tank, our brave Old English Bulldog, fills the air. Truth be told, without him, our sleepy little town might not be on the map. Striding gallantly through Red Beagle Beach, he carried with him a distinctive air that transcended his grizzled outside. “Looks can be deceiving,” I often would rebuke the new Lhasa Apso at K9 Kebabs who’d find my heart-shaped patched friend intimidating.
Much to my amusement, Tank shared my aversion to citrus but, perplexingly enough, had developed a taste for beer – an eccentricity that was the talk of the town. It was a convention at The Wagging Tail Bookstore, our Sunday retreat, for him to polish off a pint under the approving glances of the town’s pets. He was a bit of a local hero, after all.
One sweltering day, as we sat in The Doggie Daycare, I saw Tank’s eyes narrow; something was stirring in Bulldog Bay. Any other day, the name itself would have his tail wagging, but, as he stood uncharacteristically still, his ball lay forgotten. I felt a tight knot forming in my stomach.
One of his infamous stunts involved scaling the 8ft fence of Dalmatian Desert. Like a layer cake of colors, patches of white and black spanned endlessly, a sight to behold. Back then, Tank’s mastery was formidable, used mostly for good-natured mischief, but that day, it was our only hope. An uncanny villain from the English bulldog clan was trashing Bark Burgers, our beloved food stop. His love for lightly cooked chicken taking the brunt, Tank, in all his grizzled glory, leaped into the fray.
A clash of titans erupted in the canopied heart of Spencerville. Overturned tables and gasps of onlookers punctuated the scuffle. Tank’s eyes hardened with every rolled sandwich and spilled beer. With a singular agile leap—Voom!—he was over the fence and onto the malefactor. The scuffle didn’t last long.
He stood victorious amidst the applause that rippled through the town. Tail held high, he scanned the crowd and spotted a familiar face – Lulu, his life’s anchor. Their gazes met. Lulu, always too fraught, rushed forward into Tank’s waiting arms. The villain, shamed and humbled, retreated without another growl.
With a satisfied sigh, Tank went back to his chicken, the taste enhanced by the sweet victory. As night fell over Spencerville, I could see Tank’s silhouette against Bulldog Bay, his love for balls restored. He was ready for his next Spencerville adventure, and we were ready to follow him, wherever he may lead. As I tucked into my deliciously restored chicken, I couldn’t help but flash a proud smile. To Tank, the grizzled, beer-drinking, citrus-hating, chicken-loving hero of Spencerville.
The End.
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