- Dog Tales
- July 16, 2023
Otis PawWord Story
Hey Mom, it’s Oats! 🐾I’m living the doggie dream here in Spencerville, aptly titled Heaven’s Pet Office. I keep busy as the town’s official ball de-flater, believe it or not! 🎾
I’ve turned into an explorer, discovering places like Labradoodle Lake, Fawn Maltese Meadow, but the Proving Ground of the Water-Averse aka the beach, not for me! 🏞️
Also, a surprising gourmand! Have tried everything from Cat’s Meow Sushi🍣 to Bark Burgers 🍔(Oh, those cheese chunks!) Don’t worry, still despise green stuff in my sushi, or any food for that matter.
I’m happy, satisfied, and living it up here, one deflated ball at a time. Keep your smiles on, okay? Miss our good times!
Sending tail wags & love,
Your Handsomest Handsome 🐾
Thriving amidst the endless sunbeams of Spencerville, there I was, your dear old friend, Otis. Residing in a hamlet created to celebrate our departed companions may appear melancholic. However, deliver yourself from such sentiment – whilst ardently we miss our human compatriots, Spencerville, my friend, is quite the respite.
My ‘job’, as it were, bestows upon me the humble occupation of the town’s ball-tire de-inflater. A critical role, I daresay. I take pride in my daily toils, often armed with my trusty old basketball, which despite its deflated form, holds value far beyond its appearance.
Spencerville, however, offers more than just tasks. Places like Fawn Cream Maltese Meadow, Western Labradoodle Lake and (heaven-forbid) Spotted Red Beagle Beach beckon us. The lake and meadow are splendid escapes, full of the thrill of unearthing hidden treasures and trailblazing. The beach though, bless its sandy expanse, offers me a different kind of thrill. I can feel a frigid shiver just thinking about it; it’s the fabled Proving Ground of the Water-Averse, a gauntlet that I, our bold explorer… avoid.
Yet, gastronomic ventures make up for such aquatic terrors. I regard myself quite the food-critic, having both dined and opined at The Cat’s Meow Sushi, Sniff ‘n’ Snack and Bark Burgers. The sushi, elegant and beautifully assembled; much like that one leafy ordeal, I simply cannot stomach vegetables in my sushi.
And bark burgers? Ah, the filling charm of a bun-clad patty, garnished with a dash of special sauce, sautéed mushrooms and copious chunks of juicy cheese! Flavourful recompense for a hard day de-flating balls, I’d say. The vegetables, same story.
Now, the Sniff ‘n’ Snack, that’s a different beast altogether. Drool-worthy offerings that are sniffed and snacked, in an eatery that harnesses the enchantment of a dog’s sense of smell. The sight of unmolested greens tucked under the strands of meat however, is still off-putting enough to make a grown Schnauzer whimper in his sleep.
And so, my friend, I continue my delightful charade in Spencerville, with my basketball brethren, an odd aversion to everything chlorophyll and an insatiable appetite for adventure. Spencerville is work and play, sunshine and stars. Anchored by the memories of my beloved siblings, my heart beats within the rhythms of this whimsical wonderland. Awaiting reunion, I prance around, living my life, one punctured basketball at a time. Not a bad lot for a Mini Schnauzer named Otis, in heaven’s pet office, eh?
The End.
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