- Dog Tales
- October 28, 2023
Ace PawWord Story
“Hey Ma, Ace here! Yeah, the Time-Travelling dog. Life’s a funkadelic whirlwind of space-time surf trips, royal banquets, and run-ins with dino buddies. But Spencerville’s still tops – with its Pug Palace, Labradoodle Lake, and the best darn ribs at Chow Hound Café. Y’know, the combo of home comforts and otherworldly antics sure makes for an interesting chew toy. Catch you at the next doggy bath time! Woofs and Wags, Ace.”
“Gol’ darn, Spencerville,” I exclaim, as I find myself amidst its pet-centric paradise again. By day it’s Pug Palace, or the delightful shores of Labradoodle Lake, and by nightfall, it’s a juicy T-bone at the Chow Hound Café. Man, do I love this town.
I landed here after one of our countless space-time jaunts. Good ol’ Caffrey and I, blasting through the cosmos and time itself. Today, we feel the groovy vibes of the Beach Boys while on a far-out surf trip to Malibu ‘67, tomorrow we might be woofing down a cheese platter in the grand court at Versailles, circa 1745. The life of a Time-Travelling dog is nothing short of funkadelic.
Adventure is a main course here, but where’s my appetizer? My folks always knew my kryptonite was food. The perfect ploy to get me to sit quietly, or more sinister still… bathtime. They tricked me into eating celery once, the cunning folks! Few horrors match the taste of those barbaric brushstrokes of peanut butter on those watery green shenanigans they called ‘veggies.’
I drift into The Fetching Deli, savoring the oh-so-familiar aroma of sizzlin’ bacon – a sensory stowaway that’s followed me through every perplexing period in history. As I place my order, I can’t help but yawn nostalgically at the thought of past escapades. Ear cleaning in the Victorian era with frightfully soapy water, or being groomed in ancient Persia, where ‘dog bath’ meant being drenched in rose petals; all milestones in the fabulous chronicle of Ace.
Suddenly, I hear a familiar jingle of metal on tile. Caffrey trundles in, in all his glory. The sight of him, flaunting his new Viking Helmet from our meddling in the 8th century, brings a toothy chuckle. Ah, Caffrey and I, we’ve seen grumbling Romans and prancing Babylonians, giggled at territorial dinosaurs and confounded aliens; a bond strengthened over countless strange space-time escapades.
But in the end, nothing matches the comfort of Spencerville. This idyllic haven, this sanctuary, it’s more of a home than any other place in this wacky universe. After all, it’s not just another stop in our dizzying itinerary; it’s where the heart is, where the family is. So till our next venture, here’s to munching on prime ribs, to lapping up the tranquility, and most importantly, to Spencerville – the most fantastic, pet-friendly, time-defying, rip-roaring haven there ever was!”
The End.
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