- Dog Tales
- July 27, 2023
Curley PawWord Story
“Hey Fam! Curley reporting from Spencerville- more thrilling than squeaky toys! Participated in racquetball tourney, edged out Tommo the Terrier with a (dogged) determination and a slow ball. Victory tastes better than steak! All’s well in doggy heaven. Just a trail of tails and tales here. Woof you much, Curley 🐾”
You wouldn’t believe living in Spencerville would be remotely dramatic, being a place for us dearly departed pets to joyfully pass an eternity. But one thing to remember about our town…it’s never dull. Here, in this heavenly haven, even a day is replete with adventure and small-town proclamations. One can hardly overlook the much-awaited racquetball tournament at the Shih Tzu Stadium! The thrill of competition, the camaraderie…Don’t mind if I partake!
Ever since I moved into Spencerville, the place’s got me at my wits’ end. I hadn’t bargained on much ado beyond the delight of gnawing a steak from Pup ‘n’ Go Taco Joint or primping myself at The Pampered Pooch Salon. But then came the unforgettable racketball incident. Ahh, my nemesis – Tommo the Terrier.
Tommo is a sneaky, conniving little mongrel who would do anything to keep his paws on the ‘King of Racketball’ crown. Last year, he had outwitted me in the finals. The stakes were high this year, and I wasn’t going to let him walk over my chance at glory once more. But Spencerville and I weren’t about to give in that easily.
The day dawned crisp and clear as an apple, the kind that used to be my mid-day snack back home. I felt nostalgia tugging at my heart, but pushed it back, focusing my energy on the tournament. The Shih Tzu Stadium was bustling with pets from all over Spencerville, their eyes alight with healthy competition. Of all the contenders, I noticed Tommo circling the court, sizing up his competition with his beady eyes. The sight of him galvanized my competitive spirit.
The tournament was a whirlwind of laughter, cheers, and action. Unsurprisingly, this year’s final once again featured myself and Tommo. I spotted Puddlez in my supporter camp, his tail wagging fervently. And as we set off in the final match, I channeled all my energy, all the years of playing with my resplendent racquetball, into the match.
In a thrilling twist, I managed to outwit him at his own game. I remembered he always seemed to underestimate a slow-moving ball, and right at the match point, I sent a slow dribble his way. The surprise was evident in Tommo’s eyes as he stumbled to reach the ball. As the crowd erupted into cheers in my favor, I basked in the sweet taste of revenge.
That night, we celebrated with a grand feast at Bow Wow Bistro. I never knew success could taste so piquant. As I retired to my favorite corner, under a starlit sky that mirrored the twinkling triumph in my eyes, I mused over my journey in Spencerville, a town that gave me a new lease of life. Each day brings with it a fresh adventure, a new tale to tell, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else…especially not a tomato!
The End.
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