- Dog Tales
- September 16, 2023
Milo PawWord Story
“Hey fam! Just had a wild day in Pawsburg. Found my squeaky chicken at Wagging Tail Bookstore, rescued from Not-So-Giant George! Also, got a lobster bisque bone for George and discovered some divine grilled shrimp at the Wellness Center. Yum! Note for self and advice for all: never leave your squeaky toys unattended & always follow your nose. Tail wags and love, Milo!”
There I was, Milo, the swift Shitzu with a golden tan coat sprawled out in the sandbox at Upper Black Bulldog Bay, a tail-length away from my coveted squeaky chicken. I swear the sun never shines as bright anywhere as it does here in Pawsburg.
From where I was laying, I could hear the pool hustles down at the South Poodle Pond and the winds carrying the toasty aroma of something delicious from Bark Burgers that instantly got my mouth watering. But then, I heard something that made the fur on my back rise: the squeak of my rubber chicken.
I shot to my paws and spun around; someone had taken my chicken! Could it be Tippy, with her mischievous grin, or Giant George, trying to tower over me? I was on a mission. Mission Rubber Chicken Rescue.
As I trotted across Pawsburg’s vast landscapes, Yellow Tan Dalmatian Desert dare not slow me down. The chicken’s squeal echoed around, guiding me across the speckled dunes. Investigating my way through, I found myself in front of The Wagging Tail Bookstore.
My paw pushed open the door, and the soothing chime of the bell rang through. The tranquil aroma of fresh parchment nestled itself in my nostrils, and my eyes scanned around. Lurking between the rows of canine literature, tail sagging slightly in defeat, was Not-So-Giant George, sheepishly looking at my chicken.
Retrieving my precious squeaky from George without much of a fuss, I proudly strutted out. Though a part of me felt for George, solitude isn’t for everyone, and maybe George needed a squeaky of his own to keep him company.
My adventure hadn’t ended yet, for now, I found myself standing in front of the Barkery’s inviting storefront. My taste buds were tingling; perhaps they had the perfect distraction for Giant George — a lobster bisque bone!
Happily munching on my bisque, my nose suddenly perked up as I sensed the smell of the sea. Grilled shrimp! My feet sprung involuntarily and found their way to Woof and Whisker Wellness Center. I offered up the remaining bisque bone to Giant George and while he was distracted, I snacked on the succulent shrimp, my day in Pawsburg ending on a delightful note.
Moral of the day? In the hustle-bustle of Pawsburg, never leave your squeaky chicken unattended again and always follow your nose. The rest, as the humans say, will be history.
The End.
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