- Dog Tales
- November 2, 2023
nemo PawWord Story
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Heya,
Cheeky Nemo here, mastermind of the “Fetch Heist.” Pawsburg was our playground, Max took center stage with his renowned theatrics, Georgia showered Kitty with her charms, and me? Well, I played the dashing seeker. Snatched my frisbee, scored some Furrific Fried chicken, and left sprouts for the humans. Remember, it’s more a tail of doggy dreams than a guide to canine crime.
Cheers,
Wagging Wonder Nemo
You know Nemo, right? That frisky Australian Cattle Dog. A fellow with eyes bluer than a clear summer sky and a relentless streak of mischief in his heart. Nemo, Georgia, and Max – we had a confounding dilemma, an itch in our paws that only a fetch… no, a heist could scratch.
Our target? Fetch! Toys and Treats in the heart of Pawsburg. No ordinary dog store, my dear reader. A place of unfathomable temptation for any self-respecting pooch.
Cruising down Black Bulldog Bay, we would hatch our plan. Max, being the gritty, bulldog he is, would serve as our distraction. As any local knows, Max is renowned for his prodigious thespian talent. You should’ve seen him in the Pawsburg production of ‘The Hound of Baskerville.’
Meanwhile, our enchanting Golden Retriever, Georgia, was our tail-wagging inside dog. Her charm was irresistible – even to Kitty, the cantankerous tabby managing Fetch! Toys and Treats.
As for me, Nemo, I was to play the most enthralling role. The seeker, swooping to snatch my beloved frisbee and perhaps a few chicken strips from Furrific Fried Chicken while at it – that’s right, a two-birds-one-stone kinda deal. But sprouts? No thanks, I’d rather chase my tail in circles.
The night before the heist, I couldn’t sleep. You see, our playground Pawsburg transforms when humans aren’t peeping. The moonlight bathes Spotted Red Beagle Beach, casting a silvery glow on the waves, and we dogs run about unfettered. Shops like Howling Husky Hardware Store and Spa for Paws were our nocturnal paradise.
On D-day, Max began his artful charade while we held our breath, or as much as our dog constitution would allow us. Georgia sashayed in, her tail furling like a serpentine dance; a couple of blinks here, a nuzzle there and Kitty was eating out of her paws.
Never had I snuck past the Sniffing Sausage security sensors, my nerves howling louder than a siren. However, as I clamped onto my beloved frisbee, I must confess I felt more joy than guilt. Wasn’t my world complete again with my cherished chewable at my disposal?
Chicken from Furrific Fried Chicken? Oh yes! I might have mentioned it in my doggie dreams, no harm there. But to actually pull off the stunt, now that had my tail wagging faster than a hummingbird’s wings.
Reviewer’s note: Reader, be assured, this tale is not an ethical guide nor endorsement of canine-crime. It’s simply an illustration of a dog’s unique perspective – a dog who had been lifelong friends with his frisbee, his town, his nightly adventures, and yes, chicken. Not sprouts, though. Never sprouts.
The End.
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