- Dog Tales
- September 13, 2023
PawWord Story
“Bruh π, survived the Cartwheeling Canines at Bullmastiff Boardwalk πβπ¦Ίπ Even stole the show from Spot while Daisy ditched us halfway π Post-competition party @ Pupperoni Pizza beat the dreaded bath soap aroma ππΏ You’d have been proud. Note to self: Carrots still suck, baths are traumatic, and always channel your inner gymnast, especially when it’s least expected. Fido, out! βοΈπΎ”
Why, hello there! The name’s Fido, your unvarnished, slightly irritated yet adorably charming Boston Terrier straight from the unexpected corners of Pawsburg. Today, I bring you another saucy tale ensnared in the blatant drama that some, rather dramatically, call sport!
With a spirit as feisty as fresh horseradish, I rose early one brisk morning in Pawsburg. Spot, Daisy, Chirpy the parakeet (still not sure why he is even here), and I had a frivolous dare to undertake – Cartwheeling Canines, the dog-version of the Olympics, happening at Bullmastiff Boardwalk. Before you roll your eyes, let me remind you – humans have such masquerades too!
We reluctantly gobbled down breakfast at Pawsome Pancakes. I handed my leftover carrots to Spot; I’m yet to comprehend the reasoning behind his unholy alliance with that vegetable. The way he sunk his teeth into the carrots, you would think they were prime rib!
We reached the Boardwalk, and the spectacle was nothing short of chaotic! Gratefully, it was competition day. Spot was too busy wagging his butt off at the cheerleaders, while Daisy, quite literally, had fled due to stage fright. So, here I was, the Boston Terrier with an eyepatch and an unmanageable disdain for carrots, standing as the last sane contestant.
Before I knew it, the whistle blew, and I was out there performing gymnastics that could put any twirling cheerleader to shame. The spectators cheered, but all I could think about was the agony my “ruff” training would cause at tonight’s bath-time.
Once over, and against my better instincts, I decided a soirΓ©e to Pupperoni Pizza was well-deserved. I could tolerate the fragrance of pizza over tormenting bath soap any day! Daisy rejoined us, hiding her embarrassment behind cheesecake. I settled for grilled chicken leftovers- my equivalent to a Michelin-star delicacy.
As the night deepened, we returned to our cabins. I was tired but content in the echo of our revelry. Flopping down beside the hearth, I saw my reflection in the dancing flames- a survivor, a canine athlete, a hero. The sight of my chewed-up tennis ball invoked a smile most genuine. Pawsburg had seen a new day, so had I. Here’s hoping the same spirit for tomorrow, the same merriment, sans the bath time!
As I sign off, remember, carrots are evil, bathtime is a diplomatic crisis, and more importantly, don’t let anyone tell you you can’t cartwheel. Life’s tail-wagging best when surprising!
The End.
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