Hey Mom, your boy Lukie had quite a day in Pawsburg. You know, the shy little Yorkie faced off with some big bad villains terrorizing our town! Gone was the timid pup, in came the fierce protector, a veritable superhero. Who knew, right? This tale now rings through Pawsburg like a heroic anthem. Just thought to let you know that your little Luke fought fear with a bite, not a bark. Love, Luke.

Listen to the story here

You wouldn’t believe it, you see. Those folks in masks, the villains who sneak in the night, spreading fear and terror throughout Pawsburg. Those two-legged devils had already hit upon Northern Choco Chihuahua Castle, but disaster, ah, with a capital ‘D’, was waiting; a silent storm heading toward the Pawsburg heartlands, where my little paws curl up in my favourite spot.

I am just a small chap, you know. Not a big brute like Taz or vivacious and vocal like Paco. My joys are quite simple: the smell of the ocean, the feel of sand under my paws, and mum’s roast chicken. It was after one such idyllic day at Boxer Beach – riddled with fetching, tussles and feasting at Dog-gone Good BBQ – that this odious adventure began.

The wind changed and carried a stench most foul. It made my snout wrinkle and I realized that Black Bulldog Bay was in peril – a nefarious plan of those dastardly villains. Taz, strong and valiant as he is, and Paco with his sharp wits, were far off inland at The Pawfect Training Center. I shuddered at the prospect of facing it alone. But as Mama always reminded me, my bark isn’t what counts, it’s my bite.

Quaking in my paws, I scurried towards The Snooty Snout Boutique, picking up my special toy, the thing my foes least expected. Off I scampered, toward the stench, toward the danger. The villains cackled, their laughter echoing off the walls of Black Bulldog Bay, promising a morrow filled with fear.

Yet as I stood there, alone, shrunken in the face of this tremendous peril, I remembered my Mama, my friends, and the roast chicken. I shivered, I whimpered, but then I bit! I bit the villain’s towering figure as I’ve never bit anything before; I bit as though that beast were my loneliness, my fear, my anxiety. And you know, as Mama used to say, it’s not the bark, but the bite that counts.

The villain howled, a pitiful winge really, and bolted. Pawsburg was safe once again and I, Luke, the shy Yorkshire, had risen to the occasion. Word of my bravery spread around, fulfilling Mama’s prophecy. Size doesn’t matter, she was correct. The little Yorkie had a bite fiercer than the villain’s bark.

And so, the story of that day – the day I turned from a shy dog into the savior of Pawsburg – will live on. But as for that special toy of mine, well, that tale, my dear reader, is for another time…

The End.

Share This Story: