- Dog Tales
- September 9, 2023
Russ PawWord Story
“Hey, it’s HJJ! Living large in Spencerville: sun-soaking, golf-ball chasing, throning on the big chair. Meatballs? My fav! Apple sauce? Yuck! Love my bro Jim, humans are cool, delivery guy…not so much. Made my mark here, but gotta dash – got some balls to fetch and meatballs to munch! Woof!”
So there I was in Spencerville, a picturesque paradise, a euphoria not just for humans, you know, but for pets too – especially for our Russ. Picture this: imagine all those pet hangouts, Fawn Pug Palace, Shih Tzu Stadium, the whole nine yards.
Russ, he was a cheery old soul, blessed with as many English bulldog wrinkles as his years. He loved a good meatball, that one. Couldn’t get enough of them, I swear. Used to sit at Pooched Potatoes – yeah, it’s an actual joint here – with a plate piled high, grinning in that doggy way of his. His love for food extended to everything except apple sauce. I never did figure out why he detested that one so much.
Russ was an outdoorsy kind; loved to bask in the sun, chase plastic golf balls. He was most at home in the great wide open – the South Siberian Summit, desert trails, or a regular park; those were his happy places. But catch him outside during a surprise shower, and you’d think he had seen the end of the world.
As much as fond of frisking around he was, it mattered the most to him to hang out indoors. His throne awaited him there: a great plush chair usually reserved for humans, his eyes were always set on that. You would never find Russ in one of those standard dog-beds. No chance.
Russ shared a strong bond with his sibling Jim, although what a pair they were! Russ, the adventurous charmer and Jim, the laid-back Westie—opposites they were, but inseparable nonetheless. It’s funny how dogs have a stronger understanding of brotherhood than most humans.
Interacting with humans? Oh boy, he was a natural. There wasn’t a dog or human he wouldn’t befriend, except of course the delivery guy. Russ had a suspicious disdain for this guy, don’t ask me why. The same disdain he’d reserve for bath times. Don’t even get me started on those days, total soap opera.
Russ lived a life full of heart. He left an indelible paw print in Spencerville and of course, in our hearts. That’s what life in Spencerville is all about. The lives of our pets, full of character, sharing their world with us, until they are ready to see us again. So, cheers to Russ, the meatball loving, chair hogging, friendly English bulldog, king of his own Spencerville tale. He’s waiting for us somewhere, wagging his tail, ready for another game of golf-ball fetch. Until then, eat those meatballs, Russ. Eat those meatballs.
The End.
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