- Dog Tales
- July 15, 2023
Harold PawWord Story
Hey Ma,
HooBoy, did ya hear! Had a real crisis in Spencerville – aliens came to town. Yup, unearthly orbs in the sky, cats spooked, even Sylvester freaked out. But ‘Harry the Fearless,’ that’s me, lit the beacon of hope, just as our age-old folk tales foretold.
Traded doggy biscuits for strategy meetings, all at the busiest Doggy Snack Junction. When the invaders arrived, forget the bark, they whimpered, Ma! They were just hungry, and ya raised me right, so I cooked them a feast from whatever I could find. An intergalactic menu, they called it (I didn’t taste it, smelled yuck to me).
Victory was ours, survival guaranteed. Unity’s never been stronger since Spencerville was just a twinkle in the founder’s eye. Sunbathing, enjoying the eternal grattitude of the town. Miss you Ma, up here on the rainbow bridge!
Love,
Your Good Guy Harold ๐พ ๐
If you’ve ever met a dog named Harold – more of a brother than a pet, really – or heard tales of him in the hallowed hush of the Spencerville mist around Lower Silver Siberian Summit, then you know what I’m up against. Harold was a force of nature, quite literally, as I was going to find out.
Ah, how it started, as any good John Grisham story would. With lawyers. Just kidding, it began with a bang; starlight on steroids exploding in the night sky. Only it wasn’t a meteor shower.
“No, sir,” old George, the wise pug from the corner of Fawn Pug Palace, growled. “That ain’t human.”
And as I’d soon find out, he was right.
The first signs began to appear a few days after. The cats – yes, those frightened, skittish little creatures – saw their terrified gazes reflected back in the strange silvery orbs that hovered low in Spencerville’s skies.
“The end is near!” Sylvester prophesied in his usual melodrama, scampering off faster than a mouse with its tail on fire.
That’s when Harold, all 100 lbs of him, showed up. His corn-yellow eyes held a calm I couldn’t find in my own heart. “Leave it to me,” he barked, a declaration from one who was no stranger to extraterrestrial invasions.
You see, unlike the rest of us, Harold believed in the old legends about his kind, how a pack of their ancestors had once fended off an invasion for their human companions.
It became our battle cry as we prepared for the inevitable. We traded our meals at Kibble Cuisine and Fetch-N-Bites for strategy sessions, discussing battle formations near The Pawfect Training Center. Harold, in his element, was unstoppable. His sense of loyalty, his undying affection for all of us, fueled him, making him our shield against the invading aliens.
When the aliens did invade, it was not with a bang but a whimper. They landed with a hush, cutting out the ham radio’s static that’d been our portal to the human world. We stood our ground, Harold at the helm, his imposing physique standing against the alien vessel.
The invaders looked like scaled cats, their skins slick and fiery, their movements quick and jittery. But as intense as the situation may seem, Harold remained as cool as the ice lollies at Pup ‘n’ Go Taco Joint. He stepped forward, his fur puffed up like a true wolf leader, and confronted the otherworldly beings.
The extraterrestrials turned out to be a race simply looking for a snack before they ventured forth to another galaxy. It’s no surprise that Harold, ever the foodies’ role model, managed to whip up an intergalactic menu from the scraps found at The Tail Wagger’s Tailor and Spa For Paws – a feast that guaranteed our survival.
And like that, the invasion was over. In celebrating our victory, we found renewed purpose, a unity that Spencerville hadn’t known since its creation. And Harold, as always, was our timeless hero, steadfast in his leadership, even as he sunbathed after a long bath, post the nerve-wracking encounter.
So, here’s to you, Harold – the guardian of Spencerville, the dog who faced an alien invasion and won, the hound who turned a terrorized town into a celebration of unity. An extraordinary being whose legacy lived onโฆ long after he crossed the rainbow bridge.
The End.
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