- Dog Tales
- September 15, 2023
Larkin PawWord Story
“Hey fam! Just won the Grand Rugby Rumpus at the Pug Palace using my super wits! Can’t wait to share my kibble victory meal with you all! Love, Larkinator 🐾”
Life in Spencerville offers many compelling disportments, but the one that takes the bone has got to be the Grand Rugby Rumpus at the Pug Palace. Yes, you’ve heard right, rugby. Curiously adapted for canines, with the rugby balls replaced, quite amusingly, with overstuffed bones.
Every year, distinguished dogs from various parts of Spencerville gather at the palace, their aim as solid as an axe – to win the coveted “Golden Bone Trophy.” Now, amidst these athletic titans, you’d wonder where our dear Larkin fits in. Ah! Never underestimate the courage and intelligence of our brindle beauty.
Now, most dogs would rely on their strength or their speed, a touch of agility perhaps. But Larkin, she plays the game with her wit. A style that’s refreshingly unique, yet undeniably persuasive.
The match commenced in all its high-spirited gusto. Dogs summersaulted, tumbled, and raced, the overstuffed bones tossed hither and thither creating a spectacle that could rival the king’s court jesters. And in the midst of this, you’d find Larkin, calm and collected, the personification of strategy over showmanship.
Without flinching, she’d observe the pattern, the rhythm of the play. When Sadie, her cousin, would scorn lettuce, Larkin saw a move akin to her disdaining the bone in the first half, waiting for the right moment to strike. And strike she did. A little ruse here, a dash of diversion there, and before one could blink, Larkin was charging towards the finish, the bone clasped securely in her jaws.
By the time they realized what hit them, Larkin was already basking in the sun-dappled grass of the Pug Palace, a peaceful smile flitting across her face, the resultant rumble of applause music to her ears. Of course, her victory nap was sometimes interrupted by the glaring glares from Hoover, the resident Golden Retriever, but who am I to grumble about his grumbling.
Every evening after, you’d find Larkin at the Bow Wow Bistro, savoring her bacon-dripped kibble, relishing her triumph while reminiscing about the funny flutters of the game. Yes, as day succumbs to night, there lays our Larkin, the unassuming champion, the pride of the Pug Palace, under the twinkling Spencerville sky, savoring her victory, strategizing for the next.
The End.
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