- Dog Tales
- September 5, 2023
Reo PawWord Story
“Hey fam, living it up in Spencerville! Bark Shak meals rock, Woof & Whisker massages too good to pass. Buddy Jasper talks vacuums while I dodge water like a boss. Got a whole squad: Daisy, Chiquita, Colonel, Angel. Every day’s a wag fest, but I keep thinkin’ of you guys. Home is just a tail wag away! – Little man.”
If you could pull the curtains aside in Spencerville, you’d see our hero, the nonpareil street philosopher and thumb-sized provocateur, Reo. Him, with a face that retains its puppy charms into adulthood, adorned with a black spot like a hereditary valor medal. His streets, indeed, bear his pawprints in every nook and cranny, restless evidences of his energy.
“Hey Reo!” Daisy would hollar from down the road, her beagle voice bouncing through the air.
“Hush, you’ll cause an avalanche!” Reo would retort, eyes on the towering Chihuahua Castle, wondering if the ice-cream within would survive such a calamity.
In the afterday light, Reo would hit the town, his lean white-and-black frame trotting along the lanes of Spencerville. Oh and the Bark Shak, you might wonder about that too. Well, it’s a spot where our friend found abode despite his quirks, a soft corner for his ice cream ravings. And the crinkly snacks, one taste and those things would hook even a feline, I’m certain!
“No hard dog food!” he would bark at Ronnie, the Bark Shak attendant.
Belly filled and inclination whetted, our hero had other places to be – the Woof and Whisker Wellness Centre, with their play areas and dog masseuses. And oh, the Ruff-n-Ready, the prime spot for your midnight treats!
Then there was Chiquita and Colonel, mischievous counterparts in crime, ever-ready to join the frivolities of Reo’s wanderings. Just don’t get him near anything damp, remember that now. A sight of the beach would set his tail spinning.
“Crazy chihuahua afraid of a little water,” Jasper would tease.
“Speak for yourself, mate!” retorted Reo, “Who’s afraid of the silly vacuum cleaner?!”
Yes, for all his Spencerville fame, our Reo had some rather non-doggy quirks: water phobia, noise disdain, and a food fad, making him as enigmatic as canine-ly possible. But what’s a little individuality in a friendly town with Retriever River flowing through rumors and the magnificence of Boxer Beach stretching to the confidences of the horizon? Who’s judging, anyway?
In our humble little Spencerville, populated by the likes of Daisy, Jasper, Chiquita, Colonel, and Angel, Reo was the jester, philosopher, unrequited lover, and ice-cream addict, all rolled into a tiny, vibrant tortilla of a dog. But whether he was arguing with the Cat-clan or amusing the Dog-tribe with his antics, he brought charm and personality to an existence that stood somewhere between a human’s and a pet’s. Of course, he missed his family. But one day, he believed, one day, he would find them. And until then, Spencerville was home and life was a beautiful, unending carnival. For Reo and his motley crew, Spencerville was worth a thousand wagging tails.
The End.
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