- Dog Tales
- July 7, 2023
Nelson PawWord Story
“Hey Dad, Nelly here. Hit up the town with Zach, took out the soapy tyranny in Chihuahua Castle for dogs all over Pawsburgh. No more unsolicited baths. Borrowed your shoe, no biggie. Living the Pawsburgh dream of beef-scent scented air and extra sleep, dreaming of ice cream-y victory. – KingNelson”
The night rolled in, Pawsburgh went live and I, Nelson the Bulldog, decided it was high time to pay a visit to our sacred sanctuary. Here, in the heart of canine culture, I didn’t just walk on all fours, I strutted and commanded respect. Tonight, however, I had some serious business to settle.
Driven by my dogged instinct, I nosed my way towards Corgi Castle, the power seat of our clandestine citadel. The sun was setting and the castle looked pretty menacing under the crimson hues, like Putin in Disneyland. I wolfed down my ice cream from the Canine Cafe, leaving a trail of suspicious-looking blobs, immaculately, like Hansel and Gretel.
Outside the castle walls, I bumped into my fellow agent, Zach. His golden fur shone deceitfully welcoming in the final offerings of the dying day. We locked eyes and exchanged the secret sniff of understanding.
“Zach,” I growled low, “we have a mission. It’s time to put an end to unsanctioned late-night baths.”
Despite his initial hesitation, his tail curled into a question mark of determination. Could we pull this off? We were no James Bond dogs, just two hounds trying to save their fellows from every dog’s nightmare.
Under the cover of nightfall, we sneaked into the Chihuahua Castle, the unofficial bathhouse of Pawsburgh. We thought we had a good plan, but we hadn’t counted on bumping into Christine, the vet, in the dimly lit corridors of that cursed place.
“Nelson… what devilry are you up to?” she hissed, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.
“Our plan is to liberate the good dogs of Pawsburgh from the tyranny of unsolicited baths,” I confessed boldly. “And we mean to do it now.”
For a moment she stared at us, her eyes widened in surprise. Then, breaking into a wicked smile, she revealed, “That’s the best damn idea I’ve ever heard.”
So, in our grand caper, we drained every bath, sabotaged every faucet, and replaced the horrid scent of lavender and almond with the comforting aroma of beef-flavored dry food. Chewing on a borrowed shoe, I knew I was living my best life.
As the dawn cracked, I found myself back home with a new pair of shoes to chew on and the satisfaction of a mission accomplished. It was just another day in Pawsburg, where dogs have adventures and car rides are for superheroes.
From then on, dogs everywhere slept a little sounder, knowing their baths were safe for another day. This tiny, but victorious rebellion was just a taste of my political prowess. But until my next exploit, it’s time to wag my tail and dream of ice cream. And if anyone asks, I was just here, gnawing on my Kong toy, a loyal dog living under the unparalleled democracy of Pawsburg.
The End.
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