- Dog Tales
- July 31, 2023
Turbo PawWord Story
“Hey Mom, it’s T. Just an update on the Pawsburg chronicles. Nailed it at Dog-gone Good BBQ with Squirt, Sissy and Willie. Explored Golden Gate Gardens and chillaxed by Western Labradoodle Lake. Practice runs at Pawfect Training Centre were paw-some. Night fell, back home. Pawsburg adventures are paws-itively amazing! Catch you in the dreams, Mom. – Turby Lurby”
I woke up that morning, and there he was. Turbo, a bounding, exuberant spirit in a sleek, gray coat. He gave me that look, always with the same electrifying joy and contagious energy like someone had just whispered the sweet nothings he liked – pizza crust, carrots, cheese. His tail wagged in that unmistakable metronome rhythm that fell like dominos into a whimsical cackle. A signal that Pawsburg was calling, it was time for another adventure.
So there we were – Turbo, myself, and the invisible echoes of Pawsburg. His first stop, the Dog-gone Good BBQ. Don’t let the name fool you, they served the best baby carrots and cheese this side of Labrador Lane. He trotted in with that “regular-customer saunter”, pausing just inside the entrance to flash a smile at the waitress.
No words were needed, Turbo was that kind of character who communicated without speaking. If you’re thinking this isn’t usual dog behaviour, you’re right. In Pawsburg, however, it’s exactly that. He grabbed chairs next to Squirt, Sissy, and Willie, his dynamite squad, chatting and chewing their day away.
The next stop, Lower Golden Gate Gardens. Turbo navigated with no GPS, simply instinct and familiarity guiding him through the blooming daffodils, past the scenic bench, to the place that was his solace, his oasis – Western Labradoodle Lake. The lake, serene and still as if waiting to listen to his great storytelling.
With everyone huddled together, they made their way to The Pawfect Training Center. Turbo led the way, his wavy mane rippling like a flag in the wind. If I didn’t know him, I’d have thought he was practicing for the Olympics. Though in Turbo’s mind, he probably was.
Turbo’s barks echoed across the fields as he pranced around his orange baby toy, defended it from his comrades. The competitive spirit was fierce around here, and it was hilarious to watch them play in such amity.
As night fell, we were back home, pawprints fading from the sand of the Dalmatian Desert. Pawsburg vanished, sinking back to a tale that was as mythical as it was private. But don’t worry, that wistful look Turbo always gets means that something bigger, better and even stranger than today’s events await us in and around Pawsburgh tomorrow. That’s just the way it works around here.
In Pawsburg dreams of glory are just daily routine, every dog has an adventure to chase, every chase a tale to tell. And every tale naturally comes with tails. So, buckle up, adventure lurks between every paw prints of Pawsburg, for Turbo and for everyone else who dares to sneak a peek into this magical realm. But for now, it’s time to get some shut-eye. After all, tomorrow is another day in the life of Turbo.
The End.
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