- Dog Tales
- October 25, 2023
Poot PawWord Story
Hey mom! It’s Pootsy. So here’s the scoop: I’m in Spencerville, a doggie paradise, not heaven (yet)! Caught up in a mystery of popping Maltese balloons. Rooney, Gilligan & the gang are in on it too. Do I look like Scooby to you? Nah! Fetched my paws into it anyway, cause, well, life’s too short for napping 24/7… I think?
-Love,
Poot Loops
Okay, so here I am, Poot. You know me, right? The dignified pug, with that streak of gray on my curly tail, living it up in the town of Spencerville: a doggie paradise conceived to comfort humans about their pets’ passing. Yeah, I hear you, I’m supposed to be dead. But seriously, do I look dead? This ain’t the twilight bark folks, this is living canine-style.
So, imagine me one lackadaisical afternoon, lounging on my favorite oversized stuffed monkey, Pugzilla in action, no big deal. I had just munched on some juicy steak from Bark Burgers, saving some room for rotten peanut butter flavoured kibble – I mean, who eats that stuff??? – when suddenly this, well, mystery occurs right in my face.
What do they expect me to react? Getting my squishy face out of the comfort of Mr. Monkey and start solving it? Do I look like Scooby-Doo to you? I might enjoy snacking, but ‘Jinkies!’, the girl has unrealistic expectations. Remember, I am the guy who plays dead every time he’s scheduled for the vet or that nasty ear cleaning session.
Anyway, cream-colored Maltese balloons start popping seemingly out of nowhere above the Cream Maltese Meadow. Typical. It’s a fine day in Spencerville, everyone is having their fun, and now this? I half ignore it, half keep an eye out cause something seems fishy and not in a Fishy Bite restaurant kind of way.
Just as I was wondering where those balloons were coming from, Rooney, the big galoot, comes barging in, “Poot, you’ve got to see this!” And really, do I have a choice? So, I reluctantly follow him, scratching that belly of mine against the Lower Dalmatian Desert. Comfort first, mystery second.
We get to this scene: Joey, Jess, and Gilligan are standing at a weird contraption. It’s like, a machine? But also… a balloon? Don’t ask me, I don’t even understand the postman’s agenda half the time. It looked like they had assembled a bizarre invention out of various goods and unspeakable dark matter from The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium.
Now, my friends, how do you think I reacted to this mysterious balloon popper? With my mate Gilligan involved, we probably aren’t looking at Sherlock ‘Bones’ level stuff here. But you know what, that’s a story for another day, because my curly tail is finding the cool tiled floor of The Groom Room pretty darn inviting right now.
The End.
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