- Dog Tales
- October 1, 2023
LC PawWord Story
“Monrovia gone, now it’s Pawsburg. Meteors = Jacuzzis and opportunity. Me, Buddy + Tilly ruling the roost by day, saving the world by night. Met snooty Poodle, showed him Dino, saved East Bulldog Bay. New life’s rough but amazing (Pup-Cakes are life). Tail waggin’ high-stakes, but we’re the patchwork quilt survivors. Welcome to Pawsburg, buddy! – Max the Meteor Masher 🐾”
Life in Monrovia was an ordered affair till that blasted meteor turned things upside down. Say hello, by the by, to your humble narrator: Max the Rottweiler, bane to drum-wielders and proud commander of Dino, pink protector of the canine realm. Oh, and before I forget… decidedly unsympathetic towards peas.
The day it all happened, I had just finished my usual Sunday helping of that glorious bird-that-once-was from Old Man Butcher’s stash, when the meteor hit. The skies lit up, turning every damn pond, including South Poodle Pond, into a giant Jacuzzi.
But as they say, in every crisis, there’s an opportunity, isn’t it? Well, here’s where the tale truly begins. Pawsburg…our little sanctuary from the blasted mess the world had become. Not that it was all doggie treats and belly rubs, mind ya. It was a survival of the, well…friendliest or so it seemed.
Every night, under the cover of darkness, Buddy, Tilly, and I would sneak off to Pawsburg. A place where a band of cast-offs could be heroes and leaders. Or at least, where my intimidating bark had some use beyond scaring off mailmen.
One such night found us at East Bulldog Bay, where we found a gang of fur-trimmed punks led by a rather snooty Poodle trying to annex the place. I still remember, I said, “Now, listen, buddy. You ain’t gonna bully your way through this, not on my watch.” Yeah, I dangled Dino in front of the guy for emphasis – dared him to make a move.
Pawsburg was our town – a town full of squeaky toy-filled adventures and chicken – no peas, thank heavens. We ran the gamut from Whiskers and Wings, where Tilly would turn up her nose at anything less than a Rodent Royale, to The Tail Wagger’s Tailor where Buddy had his sniffer buried in hidden treasures.
We went about our business, guarding Dalmatian Desert by day and capering round Pooched Potatoes by night. When it came time for a break, we’d skulk around Pup-Cakes, ’cause lord knows it was the one place which survived the crash and somehow still pumped out those heavenly bacon-flavored cupcakes.
No trumpets or drums in our town, just the quiet hustle of persistence and friendship. Buddy, with his keen beagle nose helped us evade disaster daily, while Tilly, that sassy feline was more useful than you’d give a cat credit for.
Once upon an ordinary world, I loved my tree-throne and my Sunday chicken. But in this new world, it’s Pawsburg and the companionship of my oddball friends that gets my tail wagging. High-stakes adventures that can only be soothed by the delicious nonsense of Pup-Cakes. Through it all, we stick together, like an absurd patchwork quilt in this crazy, apocalyptic mess.
Welcome to Pawsburg, reader. Glad to have ya. Now… let’s see what the new day brings for our ragtag troupe.
The End.
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