- Dog Tales
- August 16, 2023
Tango PawWord Story
Hey Mom! You know my love for tennis balls and the occasional sunbathing? Well, accidentally ended up in Spotted Red Beagle Beach, place full of Bulldogs like me! We love the same things, and the food at Fur Tacos? Heaven! Don’t worry about me, I’m living my Spencervillian dream! Catch you another sunny day with a tennis ball on its way. Love, Boo Boo.
Well, you know Tango, right? My broad-chested, lion-like aura emitting Bulldog buddy. Ya see, Tango, he’s got a thing for tennis balls. Gets ’em wild, the way garlic gets Count Dracula hissing. And squashy vacuum cleaners and ear cleaning? To Tango, they are as welcome as Frankenstein at a beauty parade!
One sunny day – phew, I can still get the sun tan on my nose if I think hard enough – there we were, in our backyard, Tango, me, and that sizzling sun. Tango was lying around sunbathing, cucumber and cheese treats by his side, as relaxed as Dracula in a blood bank. Then out of nowhere, BOOM! A tennis ball, like the ones Tango loved, came flying over the fence. Really, could’ve been delivered by an obsessed fan or a misguided stork for all I knew.
Tango was on his paws in a jiffy, chasing the ball like a bat out of hell. He went for it, boy, I tell you, as fast as werewolves sprinting during a full moon. But then… poof! Tango and the ball vanished. Disappeared, like Invisible Man on a work break. Zip, nada, nowhere to be seen!
Now, don’t you go rolling your eyes at me, Buster. This is Spencerville we’re talking about! Anyway, Tango, see, he landed up in Spotted Red Beagle Beach. Don’t ask me how, it’s like asking the Wolfman about his grooming habits. And, do you know what Tango found there? More Bulldogs! Bulldogs that loved tennis balls, cucumbers, and cheese! He couldn’t believe his doggy eyes!
Tango strutted to Fur Tacos, the best joint in Spencerville, with a swagger like The Fly accepted into an insect society. He chomped on his favorite meal, a cucumber and cheese taco, laughing at the uproarious tales of other dogs. Tales of how Bulldog friend Harry had chewn up the vacuum cleaner from the Doggy Depot, and Sally had once tricked the Tail Wagger’s Tailor into making tennis ball designed suits – the goofballs
So every day, Tango plays, eats, and has the time of his doggy life in Spencerville, waiting to see me again one day. And I know he’s okay. So, even though there’s a Tango-shaped hole in my heart, every time the sun shines on my face, I smile. ‘Cause I know that somewhere, my pal Tango is sunbathing under the very same sun, cucumber and cheese by his side, waiting for the next tennis ball to lead him on a new Spencerville adventure! And as for a tennis ball spontaneously appearing in my yard, let’s just say… it ain’t that supernatural in Spencerville.
The End.
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