DT PawWord Story

My name is DT. I am a female Collie. My visual description is .

Hey Family,

Your furry detective DT had quite a day! Chased down a rogue Scot deep into Westie Woods who’d been thieving from the Doggy Bagel Deli. Also, heroically rescued my beloved squeaky tennis ball. Ended the day PG Party, aka Panting & Giggling by the Retriever River. Adventure awaits in Pawsburg. 🐾🕵️‍♀️

Licks & tail wags,

Pixel aka DT

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There I was, tail wagging, tennis ball nuzzled in my mouth, standing in front of Poodle Pond at the crack of dawn. Another ordinary day in Pawsburg, or so I thought.

“Pixel, you’re late,” Buddy grumbled, huddled beneath a towering oak at the edge of the pond. Daisy just rolled her icy blue eyes, tail thumping rhythmically against the rough bark.

“Sorry, guys, had to pry myself from my human’s warm bosom,” I grinned.

And that’s when I saw it. Or rather, smelt it. By the Great Dane, I could recognize that smell anywhere – my beloved squeaky tennis ball, the only other thing I could possibly love more than my Sunday roast chicken. It was coming from the Eastern White Westie Woods, just past the Poodle Pond.

No way could I resist that enticing aroma. I sprinted towards it without a second thought, only to be pulled back by Daisy. “Pixel, you scatterbrained mutt. We’re in the middle of an operation, remember?”

Ah, of course. The case of the missing treats from The Doggy Bagel Deli. In the flurry of excitement, I’d almost forgotten.

Upon arrival at the heart of Eastern White Westie Woods, we stumbled upon a strange and peculiar sight. A massive, muddy hole in the heart of the otherwise pristine woods.

“By the collies’ coat,” I muttered, “What is this?”

Before we could mull over it, a swirl of hurricane fur shot out of the woods. A Scottish Terrier, as scruffy and muddy as they came, clutching what? Not the missing treats but MY squeaky tennis ball!

“STOP! Pawsburg Police… er… Pet Nine-Nine?” I barked, chasing the little Scottish scoundrel around Kibble Cuisine, through the streets and finally, cornering him in front of The Howling Husky Hardware Store.

In the end, we successfully resolved two major crises that day. One, we found the errant Scot hiding goodies from The Doggy Bagel Deli in his makeshift burrow. Two, I got my beloved squeaky tennis ball back.

Later that evening, all cleaned up, we laid back at Southern Golden Retriever River, panting and giggling under the sunset. I lay there, squeaky tennis ball back in mouth, and a belly full of gourmet roast chicken.

I sighed in contentment. What an exciting day it had been! Life in Pawsburg may be all tails and tongues, but it’s also an unending adventure, waiting to be sniffed at every corner. And I guess, that is the charm of my life here. I am Pixel, a Border Collie, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The End.