- Dog Tales
- October 19, 2023
Vincent PawWord Story
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Hey Mom and Dad, Bear Cub here. Went on a wild chase against some shifty figures and found out Tail Wagger’s Tailor was ransacked! Not to worry, I’ve put my big dog pants on and am going to save our fluffy town. Still not a fan of the rain though, and definitely looking forward to a comforting dental bone. Love, Vincent.
The sky over Spencerville cracked open, releasing torrential rain. I, Vincent of Newfoundland, shivered at my doorstep welcoming this god-awful weather. Oh great, I thought, just another adventure-packed day I never asked for.
With all the excitement of watching paint dry, I reminded myself to maintain decorum. After all, I am considered a dignified gentleman here at South Poodle Pond. I wanted to bark my worries away but honestly, I have my canine reputation intact; we can’t have the whole town hearing my anxiety squeals.
Having hate ET phone home. “Princess Victoria!,” I barked, not too thrilled about this distasteful interruption in my daily routine. “Days like these lead me to alcohol. And by alcohol, I mean dental bones.”
With the ear-splitting thunder filling the background, I grew a doggy spine and ventured into the storm. I lost myself in a swirl of showers, my fur frisked up in an abominable mess. As I neared the Fetching Deli, a sense of foreboding gloom washed over me. And no, the looming threat wasn’t the fish running out.
Suddenly, the atmospheric unease somehow deepened. I knew it wasn’t just the rain giving me the heebie-jeebies. I moved stealthily through neighbourhoods, my stubborn independence accompanying me. Meanwhile, every sensible pet of Spencerville hunkered in their cosy homes, probably enjoying table leftovers.
At the shadowy extension of Upper Collie Canyon, I noticed a couple of shifty figures, their forms vague against the wet gloom. Suspense thickened, and using my god-given puppy eyes, I tried assessing the situation. A risky gamble, no doubt, but that’s a day in my adventurous life.
Using my friendly canine skills, I approached them but the vague figures vanished. I quickly ran towards the disappearing figures, my large feet splashing through the puddles. But my pursuit was rigged with a harmonious chorus consisting of rain, thunder and spine-chilling danger.
Just when I was considering retreating, my worst fear materialised. The Tail Wagger’s Tailor was ransacked! Chaos had embraced my favourite town and for the first time, the onus was on me to restore the equilibrium.
For a moment, I missed my aloneness, missing the comfort in my known environment, longing for the smell of fish and the sound of familiar faces. But I shook it off, for here in Spencerville, it wasn’t just about one Newfoundland named Vincent, it was about all the fluffy paws and wagging tails that called it home too.
In the end, it wasn’t just about the suspense but also the thrill in every Spenceville tail’s wag. My day was far from mundane, and perhaps tomorrow wouldn’t be any different. I am Vincent – I bark in the face of danger and come back home to dental bones and allergic delights.
The End.
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