- Dog Tales
- October 26, 2023
Tank PawWord Story
Hey there, family! It’s your furry friend, Tankers from Spencerville. Just a heads up, I’ve been promoted to don of the ethereal dog realm. Between endless fetch, spectral beach days, and meals at Ruff-n-Ready, life’s pretty paw-some. Missing you all but making the most of my spectral paradise. Kisses, Tankers.
The cool November wind fluttered through the streets of Spencerville. If one were to squint one’s eyes just right, amidst the floated spectral figures, you could pick out the recognizable shape of Tank, the grumpy-faced bulldog.
“Hey Tank!” I shouted out, tossing a spectral ball his way in an easy arc. His stern gaze softened as he spotted his favorite old toy – the one he had carried wherever he went. Speed, agility, grace, Tank had them all, which he demonstrated as he pounced into the air to catch it. With a hearty thwack, the ball was back in my hand.
We were in Lower Golden Gate Gardens, Tank’s usual haunt. An Immense field of labile iridescent ethereal green stretched out beside us, peppered with the spectral glow of dogs of every breed possible playing to their heart’s content, rivals turned playmates in this afterlife. We had moved on from our earthly forms, existing now in a spectral paradise, no pains, no scars, only love. The aroma of ethereal chicken wafted over from Bone Appetit, tickling Tank’s senses into an excited jig.
Down by Brindle Brown Boxer Beach, Tank adored splashing in the spectral waves, a picture of pure joy. His heart, a figure of eight, would bound with excitement, as he splashed in the crystalline turquoise water. He would emerge soaking in the feeling of freedom, grumpy face transformed into a semblance of pure bliss, ruffling his spectral brindle coat as he ran and chased an invisible prey, every bit the mischievous puppy he once was.
Our jovial group was heading towards the Ruff-n-Ready restaurant for dinner. I caught a glimpse of Tank’s spotted bottom enthusiastically wagging away, as he tottered beside our small convoy of spectral barks. He had his eyes peeled for his beloved sibling, Lulu, who’d surely be waiting with a meal of ghost-chicken. ‘Old grumpy face’, as I’d fondly tease him, would show the faintest trace of surprise whenever Lulu swished her tail ambitiously. It was a sight to behold, the two of them running around playing their unique version of fetch.
Opening a spectral ale later that evening at The Barkery, I could feel Tank at my side. You could almost hear his tail thump-thump-thumping delightedly on the spectral floor. His expression sneaking up at the sound of the can crack.
Life, or rather afterlife, in Spencerville was a solitaire in the cosmic necklace; an almost perfect haven waiting for the return of their human companions. It hosted a land of eternal joy, where the pawed ones waited patiently for their final reunion with their guardians.
So, here we were – me, Tank, Lulu, and an entire city of dogs in all shapes, sizes, and spectral colors! This world could not dim the flush of vermillion love for our owners. Yet, in the meantime, we were creating memories in and around the ethereal corners of Spencerville. And Tank, he was at the heart of it all. Living it up, as ever.
The End.
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