- Dog Tales
- October 16, 2023
Chloe PawWord Story
“Hey Mom, your pal, The Clodog here from Spencerville👻 🐶. Life’s a hoot – devouring phantom beet ribs, chit-chatting with Betty at the bookstore, and rounding off with frozen yogurt under the stars with Abby and Pebbles. Life, or afterlife, has gone to the dogs, and it’s doggone good! Woofs and Wags, Chloe.”
It was a typical Spencerville morning, alive with a vibrancy that belied its inhabitants’ ghostly status. Chloe, the Boston Terrier spirit, was sauntering over to the Dog-gone Good BBQ, her usual breakfast joint, her pearly white belly glistening in the ethereal sunlight.
“Chloe!” boomed Nelson, owner of the establishment and an old Saint Bernard. “The usual?”
In a dignified nod, Chloe climbed onto her preferred stool, her spectral tail wagging at the familiar rich aroma of grilled meats. Her meal, a platter of phantom beet ribs, was set before her.
As she noshed on her breakfast, her spectral tennis ball toy rested by her side, remnants of her morning play at Western Labradoodle Lake. Her eyes scanned the bustling avenue, landing on the familiar sign of the Yappy Yogurt. A sweet hint of chillness wafted into her nostrils, a reminder that her day would end there, sharing frozen treats with her ghostly companions.
She sauntered to The Wagging Tail Bookstore afterward, her paw trembling with anticipation as she pushed open its pitted wooden door. There she found her lifelong companion, Betty, her spectral tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth in an expression of sheer concentration.
“How goes the afterlife, Betty?” she wagged her tail. The one question that has evoked thousands of tales of their escapades in Spencerville.
“Heaven on earth, sister!” Betty looked up from her book, her voice bubbling with excitement. “Some things never change!”
Their laughter rang out through the room, creating a ripple that floated through the air like a piece of music. The sound was the epitome of joy, of everlasting friendship and undying bonds. It is why Spencerville existed, love, laughter, shared memories, and the promise to meet again.
Later that night, the frosty air filled with tail wags and echoes of barks as Chloe sat under the silvery pale moon with Abby and Pebbles, sharing a pint of phantom yogurt at Yappy Yogurt. Each lick of the frozen treat was a trip down memory lane, each anecdote and shared silence under the starry Spencerville sky a celebration of their time together.
So went a day in the life of Chloe, the Boston Terrier, who adored her tennis balls, abhorred baths and shared a unique bond with her siblings in Spencerville, a haven for pets having a dog-gone good time awaiting their families.
The End.
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