- Dog Tales
- November 4, 2023
Bailey PawWord Story
Hey there,
Just another day in Pawsburg for yours truly, Bailey the Brave. An odd tasting chicken starter led to investigating peculiar sounds in the bark of dusk. Turns out, we’ve run into a tale of the alien squirrel invasion, could you believe it? So, yeah, a touch more excitement than a usual day filled with tug-rope and beach runs.
Woof ya later,
B.🐾
Alright, let me tell you a Pawsburg tale that sends chills down my spine, even now. This was one of those days when your collar feels too tight, and everything’s soaked in an uncanny quiet. This is one of the stories from when me and my gallant gang of daring buddies found ourselves in the thick of an adventure that we hadn’t exactly signed up for.
Have I mentioned my unusual little crew? Oscar, a nonchalant Labrador with a zest for good times, and Penelope, a feisty Siamese, always looking for the next big adventure. And then there was me, Bailey–the fearless Yorkshire Terrier leading the pack.
Our adventure kicked off at Bone Appetit, where the smell of grilled chicken usually comforted me. Broccoli…I can live without. Seriously. But today, something was off. The grilled chicken had some dull, slightly off-taste. Oscar rolled his big brown eyes, wagging his tail in disagreement, suggesting I was being a food critic again.
One thing led to another, and within an hour of finishing our meal, we’d landed at Beagle Beach, feeling unnaturally exuberant. Waves lapped against the shore, the sun was setting, and when Oscar proposed a speed race, Penelope and I decided to give in to this whimsy. Just when I thought we’d run enough and I could retire with my tug-rope, my ears picked up an ominous sound, emanating from the Fawn Cream Maltese Meadow. Something didn’t feel right.
Driven by curiosity, or maybe it was the off-chicken, we decided to investigate. Sneaking through the meadow, we ended up at The Barkery. Everything there seemed unusually eerie. “It’s probably the kale-flavored bones,” said Oscar, trying to act nonchalant. But his trembling tail gave him away.
Reminiscent of a cross between a high-pitched bark and a growl that started slow and ended in a high shriek, we heard the sound again. The Groom Room, next to The Barkery, had its lights flickering, while the Wagging Tail Bookstore across the road was eerily silent.
“Do you think it’s a … a …,” I was trying to form the words. “Alien squirrel?” Penelope finished. We exchanged glances. A hint of fear, a sprinkle of excitement, and a dash of courage. We were about to solve the case of the alien squirrel invasion in Pawsburg.
Well, life isn’t all about chasing squirrels, I’m sure you agree. Where was that tug-rope when I really needed the comfort? Cravers for grilled chicken or no, we had a mystery on our hands. In Pawsburg, the bizarre was indeed becoming frequent, more strange and peculiar than the broccoli on my plate.
The End.
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