- Dog Tales
- October 20, 2023
Vincent PawWord Story
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Hey Mom and Dad, it’s your “Bear Cub”, Vincent. Just a quick paw-date: Life’s barking mad running a motorcycle club, battling ear-cleaning and allergies, and keeping Spencerville safe with Princess Victoria. Also, found new fun in pasta and flour calamities. Don’t ask. Sniffs and tail wags till we meet. Love, Vincent.
I am Vincent, the Newfoundland of Spencerville. With my freckled white fur and heart weighed down by years of fierce loyalty, I notorious around these parts. But let’s skip the formalities, alright?
Every morning, it’s the same old drill. Hauling my 170-pound self off the world’s most comfortable couch – my throne, really. The life of a canine crime fighter isn’t as glamorous as it’s crackled up to be, I tell ya.
Rule number one of running a motorcycle club in Spencerville: Allergies don’t give you a sick leave. Herring for breakfast, herring for lunch, herring for dinner, it’s all the same. I’d snarf down a Bark Burger any day, but a fish diet keeps my coat silky and the sneezes at bay. The sacrifices we make for duty, huh?
Princess Victoria and I rule the pack, protecting Spencerville from all danger, real and imagined. And oh, the stories I could tell you about our adventures! From wild goose chases across Northern Choco Chihuahua Castle to lazy afternoon siestas at the Silver Siberian Summit – it’s a riot out here.
But, then there are days when we just hang at my pad, her with her regal airs and me with my favorite pickle toy which, by the way, is some high-level genius design right there. We lounge around, snacks from The Doggy Bagel Deli strewn all over, mid-morning siestas turning into late-afternoon snoozes. Those are the days.
As for my quirks, let’s talk about my war on ear-cleaning. Thunderclaps and ear-cleaning? Nope. Not for me. I can face a thousand gangs, but the dreaded swab? Keep it away!
And finally, we touch on the subject of my infamous pasta and flour fiascos. Now, when was the last time you broke into a cupboard just to throw around uncooked pasta and bagfuls of flour? Yeah, I thought so. Not so normal when a dog does it, huh?
Well, that’s just a glimpse into my chaotic existence. Got to jet. A leader of the pack has places to be. Remember; look out for yourselves out there, but if you find yourself in a debacle, count on Princess Victoria and me to have your back. After all, in Spencerville, we look after our own.
The End.
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