- Dog Tales
- October 15, 2023
Annie PawWord Story
“Survived Pawsburg ghost town, dodged Larry, the annoying Labrador, and won the escape game. Bark Shak’s bacon puppuccino was drool-worthy. Firework scare led to my courageous human-bunker rescuing me. What’s Pawsburg without lil’ thrill & drama? Gotta love it. Paw-Slap from Annie.”
Pawsburg was a ghost town by the time I hit the main strip. Okay, not completely. There was that twitchy chihuahua from the bakery and a few shadows of shih tzus whispering secrets. But the one I was looking for? Nowhere to be seen. Until I spotted the usual trail of drool. My best girl, Annie.
The second you lay eyes on her, you’d guess she’s some sort of royalty or something, sitting there on her throne… okay, it was just a sandy mound on Husky Hill overlooking Red Beagle Beach. But in Pawsburg, it might as well be Buckingham Palace with the way her chest puffed out.
“You got lost again, or were you just avoiding Larry?” I asked her. Her only response was a low grunt and a sideways glance. I saw the usual defiance and an extra dash of embarrassment in those doe eyes. Yup, Larry, the hyperactive Labrador, had been at it again.
I scratched behind her ears, and she practically purred. “I heard the Bark Shak came out with a new bacon-flavored puppuccino. Wanna go check it out?” Suddenly, her stubborn reluctance melted away like ice cream in the Pawsburg sun. To say food was the way to Annie’s heart would be a grave understatement. It was the highway, the scenic route, and the hang glider.
Larry spotted us at the Bark Shak and came bounding over like a hurricane. Annie sighed like she was Atlas carrying the world’s most annoying labrador. There was some mutter.
“Bet you missed me, right?” Larry wagged his tail optimistically.
“Sure,” Annie deadpanned, “like a hole in my paw.”
But Larry’s wagging only got fiercer, the grin broader. “We should hang out more!”
Annie finished her bacon-laden treat and turned to him with all the dogged seriousness only a bulldog could muster. “Larry,” she began. “Here are some places off the top of my head where we should hang out. The bottom of Husky Hill, The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium, Westie Woods… basically, anywhere that is not within two hundred pawprints of me, sound fair?”
Larry paused to process. And then he whooped, and raced off into Pawsburg without a backward glance, leaving Annie with a victory smile and an empty puppuccino cup. Yup, that was the balance they had. Disaster averted. Well, for today at least.
Suddenly the howl echoed from the end of the road. Fireworks, Pawsburg’s version of a spontaneous party or my nightmare? Tough to tell. Annie tucked her tail and scooted under the nearest table. Fear hit her like an incoming train, leaving her quaking and petrified.
Without a word, I jumped on the table, acting as her makeshift storm bunker. In her own way, Annie taught me about bravery in the face of her fears, and how little gestures sometimes held the same weight as saving the world.
“Safe zones and bacon treks,” I mused, “who knew Pawsburg had it all?” What more could a bulldog ask for, except maybe a quieter Labrador next door? In the quiet lull, her amber eyes were the only sparks I needed. It was enough. It was Pawsburg. It was Annie and I, and life had never felt better.
The End.
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