- Dog Tales
- October 16, 2023
Sampson PawWord Story
“Hey Ma & Pa, it’s Big Sammy, the bulldog boss of Spencerville! I’m living it large with my buddy Fat Russell, worshipping at the altar of Chicken and Vanilla cookies, grumbling at cats and sharing brotherly bonds with Fenway and Marley. It ain’t always a walk in the park, but together we’ve made Spencerville one doggone good place to be. Paws and love, Sampson.”
So here we are, planted snug in Spencerville – the hallowed turf where every mutt’s got an owner to miss and a tale to tell. Picture Dalmatian Desert, Poodle Pond, White Westie Woods, the sumptuous cuisine over at Bark and Bites, the fetching apparel over at The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium. Ain’t this the bee’s knees? But I digress, this ain’t just about any tail-waggin’ townie, this is about Sampson, our bulldog bruiser; and not about no sordid sundries, either, but about life, family, power.
See, Sampson – he’s no average Joe, this chap’s got style, flair. Wields a brindle latch on his ear like a mob boss’s signet ring, his plush toy and that battered ol’ basketball, his calling cards. A prancing gourmand, Sampson – a connoisseur of Chicken and Vanilla cookies, a devotee to the art of gustatory finesse. He fox-trots on the cusp of pet and man, embraced by the comfort of his backyard like a paisan at the family spaghet.
Now, he’s got his kinks – ain’t no fan of cats, runny bananas, or pretzels, can’t stand the noise of a vacuum nor the sting of a vexing vet visit, and don’t get him started on the bath routine – but who’s to cast the first stone, ey?
Everything in life, it’s fleeting – but this, right here, this kinship of his with fellow rough-and-ready English Bulldog, Fat Russell – it runs deep. They’re bound by something stronger than pack. Sharing howls under the moonlight, like two soldiers down in the trenches. Sampson’s siblings, Fenway and Marley, they’re cut from the same cloth. This, this is the stuff of Spencerville legends.
Boss, buddy, brother – that’s Sampson for you. Fierce, warm, the flame kindling Spencerville, the spirit of the pack. The lights of Ruff-n-Ready flicker in his eyes, the lake at Poodle Pond mirrors in his soul – this is Sampson’s game, and he ain’t playing by no one’s rules. Sure, Spencerville’s got its legends, but there ain’t no story like Sampson’s. Spencerville ain’t just where the heart is, it’s where Sampson and his pack hold court.
The End.
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