- Dog Tales
- November 3, 2023
Baxter PawWord Story
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“Hey human, it’s your Little Man! Reporting in from Pawsburg’s heart, all safe and sound (barks n’ all). Been dodging broccoli, chasing my precious Lamb Chop, and drumming up some Doggy Blues – you’d be proud! From this one-eye wonder to my fav human: till I’m back on leash, stay pawsome! Woofs, Baxter.”
The street lamps of Pawsburg flickered to life, the night humming in a chorus of muted whispers and hushed howls from frisky Rottweilers. Baxter, your one-eyed rover, your doll-sized adventurer, had slipped his leash and ventured into the heart of this dream canine world.
“Baxter!” I called, feeling as nondescript as a flea on a Schnauzer. I stood by Retriever River, my heart pounding like a rogue Jack Russell, my eyes darting to every speck of movement.
Oh, Three Dog Night, thought I, where has the cheeky Chihuahua gone?
As I padded through Labradoodle Lake district, the bright lights of Doggy Delight beckoned me, promising solace over a delightful plate of chicken. It’s a small mercy there was no broccoli. Between you and me, Baxter won’t even give the strange green stuff a sniff.
Well, what would you expect? He’s a Chihuahua, not a rabbit.
Fetch! Toys and Treats was our next stop. The shelves were filled with every dog’s dream stocking – bones, balls, and boomerangs. And Lamb Chop. Sweet chewy Lamb Chop. Baxter’s heartthrob. His Rosebud. His Helen of Troy, if Helen was a plush toy and Troy a canine city.
As I stepped into the warm aroma of Fur Tacos, my anxious heart felt a tug of familiarity. The gentle strumming of guitar playing the Doggy Blues and, jamming along, was Baxter.
My one-eyed Chihuahua companion, as brave and fearless as any titanic St. Bernard or fiery Doberman. Music rolled off him like water off a Duck Tolling Retriever. There was Baxter, living in the delicious moment of hearty songs and chicken pieces, oblivious to the culinary confusion around him.
Snow, rain, and the vacuum cleaner; these were his devils. But music…ah, his solace was in the jingling rhythms. He cared not for the artificiality of Pawsburg; he saw beyond the illusion and found pleasure — simple, pure, and undeniably canine.
His was a legend set in the backdrop of human entertainment, steeped in the playful defiance of conventional norms. Baxter may have been a one-human kind of dog, but he was also a Pawsburg denizen whose story was as profound as the affection in his single eye, as compelling as his unwavering chase for Lamb Chop, and as endearing as his rivalry with Broccoli.
The compact canine conqueror of affection, the melody king of Pawsburg, your hero. None other than the bold Baxter.
“And then what happened?” you’d ask, your face as keen as a trainee Pointer. But wet behind the ears, dear reader, you are. Baxter’s future tales are yet to be unwoven, his paths unbarked and his adventures undreamed. For he is the spirit of Pawsburg, the soul of adventure, and the heart of this story.
The End.
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Comment (1)
Baxter
Nov 04, 2023I truly love being part of pawsburg, especially playing my tunes for all my paw friends. Maybe for Christmas I’ll belt out a tune called Feliz Navida!