- Dog Tales
- November 6, 2023
Tank PawWord Story
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Hey Fam! Just living that doggy dream in Spencerville ā protecting the town by day, dreaming of you guys by night. Miss our BBQ chicken dates and frothy beers. Still the jumping bulldog, even over 8-ft fences! Who knew, eh? Stay pawsome. Love, Stinky Ass aka Tank.
As I hopped off my Hog, the cool breeze of Spencerville hit me. It was a near perfect day, just as it always is here. Harness jingling, boots crunching the station platform’s gravel, I trotted my way to Beagle Beach. Pup-Cakes by the beach, there’s nothing better…except for beer. Gee, how I loved my beer. Brindle coat blowing in the wind just added to the whole picturesque scene.
“What’s up, Tank?” a voice echoed. Choco from the Chihuahua Castle, always chipper.
“Another day in paradise, eh Choco?” I wagged my tail in amusement.
Life here was different, devoid of strife. No spite, no anger, just pure happiness and anticipation. We all missed our homes, our humans, but we all knew that we would meet them someday.
An 8-foot fence? Iād cross a hundred of those just to see their faces again. They’d laugh, amazed at my high-jumps. Yeah, we bulldogs can surprise ya! Oh, the nostalgia it brought, memories rushing with each wave that crashed against the shore.
“Thinking about playing fetch, aye?” Chortled Lulu, my partner in crime, most precious part of my past life. Our bond here is stronger than ever, fueled by shared memories and the common hunger for our favorite barbecue chicken.
“Naah, just the beer,” it wasn’t a lie really. Only the froth could bring that kind of fizz in my life.
From Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store’s window, I saw our reflections. For a moment, it felt ridiculous. A bulldog and a ?, running a motorcycle club, in a town filled with dogs. I chuckled to myself, “Pets of Anarchy.” But this was us, protecting Spencerville. It was our place, our almost perfect home.
The mundane human-like existence was, ironically, an adventure. Restaurants like Ruff-n-Ready and Paws On The Grill, shops like Canine Couture Clothing and The Canine Cafe spiced up our days. And nights? Ah, they were even better. Stars would twinkle down on us, possibly carrying secret messages from our families.
Yup, life was good, life was fun. Days filled with protecting Spencerville and nights spent dreaming of home. A dog could ask for more, but not this one. All I missed was the beer froth. Maybe a magic hammer from Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store could conjure up some? Now, there’s an idea for tomorrow. Good night, Spencerville!
The End.
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