- Dog Tales
- November 1, 2023
Duffy PawWord Story
Hey, it’s Duffy, your furry friend from Pawsburg. Just checking in from the Shih Tzu Stadium to the White Westie Woods. Got biscuits in my belly and peace to maintain. Things might get a little ruff, but your favourite terrier’s ready for another tail-wagging tussle. Until my next adventure, stay paw-sitive! Woof Woof!
Once, in the grand town of Pawsburg where dogs governed their own world, far, far away from human interference, canine was king and my very own stature only slightly less esteemed. I, Duffy, a four-pawed deputy wrangler of sorts, ruled one heck of a territory, from the sunny infield of Shih Tzu Stadium to the misty trails of White Westie Woods.
One cloudless night, under the silver watch of the moon, I was at The Barkery, savouring gourmet biscuits seasoned with the much-adored essence of juicy squirrels. My tongue was engaged in a beautiful ballet of flavours as the crumbs of shortbread cookies delicately crunched, their buttery sweetness sending me into a whirl of ecstasy.
The frivolous banter spiralled around the room, a merry-go-round of words, wit, and half-chewed food. Pawsburg had a wide palate, but the sight of anything citrus, any trace of lemon to be precise, was religiously excommunicated. The mere indication of the damnable yellow fruit would send us scampering for cover. A single incident had established this lemon aversion, a story for another day.
Post the gastronomic indulgence, I checked in at The Furry Friends Art Gallery. There, my noble portrait with my loyal rubber duck squire in tow hung proudly among the greats. However, all was not well in the heart of Pawsburg. Strange winds blew through East Pug Palace and something was amiss at the Pooch Playhouse. Whispers floated around. Plans were swirling, threatening the peace.
As an ambassador between the diverse canine worlds, I was the one approached to tackle the rising tension. It was no easy task, maintaining equilibrium amongst diverse breeds and rampant egos. Minor squabbles were part and parcel of our dog-eat-dog tongue-in-cheek politics. But today the squabbles were sharper, the claws more exposed.
Indeed, it was a time of challenges and chewed-up furniture. But I was not the terrier to retreat. Tug-of-war with life’s oddities was no different from a game with my rubber duck. You hold onto the end, and you don’t let go, come what may.
The deck was cut, the paws dealt, and it was time to play. With a heart full of resolve, a belly full of biscuits, and a frayed couch cushion as a war token, I was prepared to face whatever adventure the Pawsburg landscape had to offer. Because, after all, East Pug or Westie, Pawsburg was home!
The End.
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