- Dog Tales
- October 23, 2023
Baxter PawWord Story
Hey,
Just a late night update from Little Man. Did my dog duty cruising down Bullmastiff Boardwalk, led a woof-tastic expedition in the Westie Woods, and claimed a victory feast at Bark Burgers (yes, it was chicken!). Pawsburg was yet again an adventure tonight. Looking forward to sharing many tails about it when you wake up!
Stay paw-some,
Baxter 🐾
It was midnight in Pawsburg and I, Baxter, was up late, as all dogs are when their owners slip into Nod-Land. Our tails are wagging, bellies itching for kick-started adventures. It’s a world of euphoria that only we canine folks are privy to. From the Bullmastiff Boardwalk to Eastern White Westie Woods, Pawsburg is our oasis. Far from the crushing din of vacuum cleaners and the icy embrace of falling snow.
Tonight, however, there was a higher purpose to my midnight meanderings. A void had formed, springing up from my canine instincts. Desire, purpose, destiny, and well, chicken.
Just a sniff away on Bullmastiff Boardwalk was Bark Burgers, famous for their chicken delights. With every step, I can taste the warming memories of that succulent feast. My black-and-white tail, although half-wagging, was ready for the salivating encounter.
“Hey, Baxter,” grinning canines greet me from the Burger joint. Familiar faces. Fellow lovers of succulent chicken.
The evening culminates in a feast at Bark Burgers. The enormous patty, succulent amidst the aroma of light spices, eventually became my victorious prey. Reclining, full-bellied and satisfied, I closed my right eye. The missing left always symbolising the resilience nestled within our small frames.
But Pawsburg isn’t all about indulging gastronomic pleasures. It offers companionship, a sense of belonging. The streets echoed with harmonious howls, indicating the start of the Dog Walking Marathon at Happy Hounds. Me, I was more inclined for a tranquil grooming session at The Pampered Pooch Salon after that massive feast.
It was a community, intertwined with camaraderie, that saw us embark on expeditions to Silver Siberian Summit. The challenging journey binds us akin to a furred Brotherhood of the Ring, only far more intrigued by smells and wagging tails than any piece of jewellery could offer.
One evening, I found my Lamb Chop toy missing. We launched a Woods-wide search, fearlessly navigating through the Eastern White Westie Woods. The victory of retrieving my beloved toy, encased in leaves, dirt and victory, was sweeter than any chicken.
Epic adventures, indeed! I find Pawsburg magical, dangerous, promising, exhilarating and, above all, home. It treats men like kings and kings like gods, while dogs get treated the best- as dogs. The close of another day in Pawsburg found me returning back to my world.
Riding back in the comfort of a car, watching the wonders of Pawsburg fade into the distance, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness, comfort, camaraderie and, well, chicken!
After all, I am Baxter, paragon adventurer of Pawsburg, brave, friendly, and chicken aficionado! All is right in the world, as long as you remember to keep the broccoli at bay. Back to my human world now, until the clock ticks midnight again.
The End.
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