- Dog Tales
- November 13, 2023
The Curious Case of the Contraband Crust: A Scout PawWord Story
Hey there,
It’s your four-legged detective, Scout. Had quite a day! Breakfast spot was closed, Pawsburgh felt out of whack, mysterious scents and silence where there should be bustle. Turns out, an alien artifact was messing with our laid-back tempo. Tossed it away and saved the day. Took home a stuffed squirrel memento. Just another day in the Meadows!
Tails waggin’,
Scout 🐾
Waking up to another radiant morning, I, Scout, gazed out of my ivory wood kennel and into the welcoming scene of Mastiff Meadows. Trees extended branches like grand old gentlemen tipping their hats, while the sun busily embroidered the blue dome with streaks of gold. My life was woven from the bright tapestry of these daily charms, and it was a grand existence.
“Mornin’, Scout!” Daisy’s sing-songy cheer rolled across the grassy expanse. Dexterous Daisy, the dachshund with spindly legs that rattled like a chorus of maracas on the cobblestones of Pawsburgh.
Shaking away the last remnants of slumber, I stretched, slick as an arrow shot from a bowman’s stable hand and greeted her with a wag of my tail, my words always saved for the important things.
Defying the usual trajectory, our day veered off into the realm of the peculiar that morning. Our breakfast stop, Terrier Tacos, was closed with flimsy ‘Gone Fishing’ note taped to the door. I raised a wary eyebrow, Daisy raised two.
“Odd,” Bruno rumbled, joining us, eyes wide and nostrils flaring. “Ain’t no fish in Pawsburgh.” His bulldog brain brimming with as much wisdom as a fortune cookie.
We decided to settle for our second favorite, the Puppy Patisserie. We padded through Newfoundland Nook, and Bruno’s words echoed in my head. Absurd as it was, it was right. Ain’t no fish in Pawsburgh. Something was fishy, and it wasn’t the tacos.
The day trundled along its well-worn path, yet everything felt slightly skewed. A hair’s breadth to the left, a whisper too loud, a shadow too deep. Silence reared its head in Barker’s Bakery, usually bustling with the cacophony of canines and the smell of inviting treats. Today, the air lay heavy with a yeasty scent permeated with something alien. I trembled, fighting the urge to bolt in the opposite direction.
Seated on the cushions at Blue Basenji Bay, Daisy, Bruno and I pondered over these oddities. Backs turned to the moon casting eerie cloaks over Pawsburgh, we vowed to seek answers. We’re dogs; we sniff out secrets and bury bones. It’s our nature.
With each unscheduled closure, with each sniff of something that shouldn’t be, with each shadow that lingered a moment too long, our determination steeled. We travelled along Pawsburgh, visiting The Doggy Depot, The Pooch Playhouse, with only Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store left. If something wasn’t right about Pawsburgh, the answer lay there.
As we approached, a strange feeling gripped me. The door creaked open, a wind chime clanging incantations into the night. Shelves stacked with balls, ropes, frisbees, and there, surrounded by an ethereal glow, sat a pile of stuffed squirrels. The same squirrels I had loved as a pup.
Without a moment’s pause, we pounced on the squirrels, spreading stuffing around like confetti in a parade. Buried beneath them, we found a bread roll, the source of the strange scent. The bread was an antenna, I realized, an alien artifact interfering with Pawsburgh’s laid-back tempo.
I tossed the roll into the moonlit bay, the yeasty aroma dissipating into the cool night air. As quickly as it had started, the alien hum tuned out, and an aurora of normalcy descended back on Pawsburgh. The heroes of the night, we returned to our homes, knowing Pawsburgh was safe once again.
Adventures dozed off, and day strode in, stretching across Pawsburgh. All things were back in their rightful places. Save the stuffed squirrel I woke up next to, a memento of the peculiarities, forever a part of Scout’s tales.
The End.
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