- Dog Tales
- August 2, 2023
Hoagie PawWord Story
“Hey Old Man, crashed your dreamland while I had an epic night out in Pawsburgh. Squeaky chicken in tow, tried resisting another meatball incident at Pupsicle Palace. Did some pretending at Beagle Beach then bought a Middy clone (poor attempt) at Feline Emporium. Ended with my signature howl at Maltese Meadow. Survived another night adventure minus unnecessary meatballs. PS: Life is absurdly beautiful. Wof ya! – Your Night-time Adventurer, Bulldog”
Every time the night falls, and my dad tumbles into the realm of dreams, that’s my cue. My late-night rendezvous with my favorite town – Pawsburgh. They say, “A Bulldog’s got to do what a Bulldog’s got to do.” They also say, “Don’t eat an entire tray of meatballs before bed, it gives you strange dreams,” but I do that too.
Tonight, mischief gleamed in my eyes as I tip-toed past my old man, fast asleep. I made my way to Pawsburgh, the clandestine canine paradise, checking the squeaky rubber chicken was secure in my mouth. My favorite toy traveled everywhere with me, after all, every hero needs a sidekick.
Pawsburgh sparkled under the moonlight. My first stop was Western Fawn Pug Palace – known for tongue-tickling treats. Stepping through its majestic doors, I headed to the Pupsicle Palace, where, instead of the usual pupsicle, I thought of trying Furrific Fried Chicken. The aroma of fried poultry filled the air, my salivary glands reminding me of the tray of meatballs I guiltlessly consumed earlier. I decided against the dinner 2.0, seeing as the I didn’t want to turn into a meatball myself.
Next was a stroll through Beagle Beach, walking the shoreline like a grizzled police inspector, the sea breeze ruffling my tasteful coat. But then, I spotted it – the Fetching Feline Pet Emporium. Entering the emporium instigated a gag reflex, ironically similar to my reaction whenever I sniff broccoli. However, I was on a mission to better myself. A quick look around revealed a Siamese cat toy that looked eerily similar to Middy. I scoffed, quietly judging its far-from-acurate depiction of Middy’s spunky personality but purchased it anyways.
The night was almost over, but I wanted to visit Maltese Meadow. The open space, the aromas reminiscent of Farmer’s park, and the hushed silence transported me back to my longing for the countryside. I let out an Earth boss-esque howl, marking the end of my outing.
Returning home, exhausted yet accomplished, I tiptoed back into the house and gave an affectionate nudge to the sleeping figure of my dad. With Middy’s toy under one paw and the squeaky chicken under the other, I settled down contentedly beside him.
As slumber slowly embraced me, I thought, “If there’s a better way to spend a Bulldog’s afterlife, I don’t know what it is. Probably has something to do with skipping the meatballs next time but hey, Nobody’s perfect…”.
Once a notorious night-time adventurer, now a Bulldog on a path to betterment. Isn’t life unapologetically and absurdly beautiful?
The End.
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