- Dog Tales
- October 28, 2023
Grim PawWord Story
Hey Ma, your Bubbies here. Just another usual day guarding Spencerville from jelly-alien puppies. You’d think Tuesday would be dull, right? Woke to an ear-battering noise, led Nikita on an adventurous sprint, and ended up turning aliens into aliens-on-the-run with a river dance – all before lunch. Spencerville’s safe and sound while your good old Grim’s a superhero of sorts. Just your average Tuesday. Love always, Bubbies.
Ok, so picture this. It’s just another sun-drenched morning in Spencerville. I, Grim, the charismatic Border Collie, am woken up by this piercing sound that’s like, to put it mildly, annihilating my forty winks.
My frayed blue ball? Nope, resting in peace right beside me. Nikita, with her paws over her ears? Check. Maybe an alien invasion. Funny, right? But that’s what I am dealing with here.
Being not just a dog but the almighty protector of the canine utopia, I shrug off my clouds of sleep and spring to my paws. After all, I’ve got to protect my boo, Nikita, and also, my most cherished beef jerky from, like, “extraterrestrial beings.”
The invasion whistle is out of control. With every passing minute, it’s growing stronger, and it’s like, super annoying. Like a freeloader who’s overstaying their existence.
C’mon, this is Spencerville, where every chirping bird and arm-wrestling squirrel screams euphoria. But this sound? It’s like a broken Christmas carol on loop. Only worse.
In the midst of this baffling noise, we head to The Woofy Bakery, needing energy for whatever this chaos culminates into. Nikita and I grab our freshly-baked, heart-shaped pup-cakes. Mmm, there’s nothing like “berry delicious survival snacks.”
Suddenly, we see them. The relentless invaders. I squint, on high-alert, ball at the ready. They’re not what I expected. Like, imagine, puppies dumped in vats of jelly, squirming, oversized eyes? Yep, that’s them. Silly shapes but hardly menacing. Do I go about flicking them away or invite them to a game of fetch thereafter?
In the thick of uncertainty, the boom of Retriever River beckons. “Quick detour, Nikita. Who knows? These jelly puppies might just hate water,” I ‘woof,’ dashing off. We splash and hop, and true enough, our watery ruckus has them retreating.
They were no match for us Spencerville residents and our unbounded spirit. So there we were, Spencerville swaying back into rhythm, the sun reclaiming its throne and I, Grim, casually dusting my paws whilst basking in my triumph.
Nevertheless, it was a day to remember, a new story for Spencerville. After all, an alien invasion on a Tuesday? That’s something worth fetching about, right?
The End.
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