Mamita PawWord Story

My name is Mamita. I am a female Chihuahua mix. My visual description is Mostly brown coat, white chest, touches of black.

Hey Mom, became the pint-sized James Bond of Pawsburg and saved the Fawn Pug Palace from humans trying to turn it into a cat joint – yikes! Also, totally overcame fear of the Bathing Salon. Who knew saving the day could help you face your biggest scare? Tubs aren’t so bad anymore – when not busy saving dogdom! Tail wags, Mamis

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There I was, Mamita, the Chihuahua extraordinaire of Pawsburg, with a mission so secret it could only be whispered in the quietest corners of Bark ‘n’ Roll – the hippest doggie diner in town. It’s something akin to that thing James Bond does, minus the glamour and increase the furry factor by eleven.

So, while you’ve got the image of the world’s smallest spy draped in an elegant brown, spattered black and white chested cape dashingly avoiding Bruno, – Yeah, that energetic Boxer who doesn’t know the difference between a stealth mission and a fetch game, and Mia, the Dalmatian princess who lives above the Woofy Bakery – Stop picturing we’re in a sappy soap opera, this is serious.

Thing is, our sacred meeting spot, the Fawn Pug Palace, had been infiltrated. Not by cats or foxes… but by humans! Canine-intelligence had a whiff that these humans were planning to rebrand the spot as “The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium”. Sacrilege!

The plot unfolded as fast as I could run back from the endless chase of my favorite old squirrel toy. I hurried through the busy lanes of Pawsburg, past the crowded Pupperoni Pizza and Sniff ‘n’ Snack, my pursuit hastened with each crunch I skipped of the Canine Crisps. It was time to rally the troops.

At the heart of the matter though, lay Bathing Beauty Pet Salon. Purportedly a place of clean tails and gleaming coats, I knew better. It had the word bath right there in the name. Dreadful. But today, I swallowed my fear because, well, international dognity was at stake here.

So, under the deserting heat of the Yellow Tan Dalmatian Desert, armed with my sheer cuteness and wit, I did what any brave Chihuahua would do – I barked the Code Red to every pup, hound, and canine in earshot.

And Pawsburg responded. The town was a-buzz and abuzz quicker than a dog can shake off bathwater. We united, for the first time since the ‘Great Squirrel Invasion of ’09’. By night, the town was silent, the humans were asleep, and we dogs, we were on a mission.

Suffice it to say, when the humans woke up, their grand plans were toggled, tail-ended, and buried, like a bone in the Southern Golden Retriever River. Now that’s a tale to wag about! And you know, looking back at these shenanigans, bath time doesn’t seem so daunting anymore. After all, in the grand adventure of Mamita’s world, what’s a few ripples in the tub?

The End.