- Dog Tales
- November 21, 2023
Little Buddy and the Peanut Butter Diplomacy: A Canine Encounter of the Alien Kind: A little buddy PawWord Story
Yo human! Just wrapped up another day of canine capers. Turns out I’m a bit of an interstellar diplomat – who knew? Paw-sitively negotiated peace with aliens using the universal love language of PB Kongs. Guess I’m a snack whisperer AND a hero. 🐾 Keep the treats coming! – Lil’ B 👽🦴🕵️♂️✨
The day began like any other in Pawsburgh; that is, with a mystery. I awoke to the sound of Pixie yapping in a pitch higher than usual, even for her, and Rocky – old, steady Rocky – was in no rush to join the morning’s gossip troop parading up and down Whippet Way. This gave me pause. I’m Little Buddy, by the way, your four-legged narrator with the ears that could sweep a chimney and a penchant for melodrama according to my circle.
Whispers spoke of strange lights and peculiar aromas over on Sapphire Schnauzer Street, the kind not even The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium could concoct. I’m one for a sniff of the unknown, but this felt different, and I’ve always trusted my schnoz, believe me.
Wandering out from under the shade of the oaks at the edge of Dorset Park, I found myself on Maple Street. Blinking in the early light, I sensed the atmosphere crackling with an electric tension. It was as though the very fur on our backs anticipated something otherworldly.
A crowd had gathered outside of Mastiff’s Meals, all tails paused in mid-wag and noses turned skyward. A pulsating glow throbbed in the center of Cocker Courtyard, and my heart did a peculiar little jig – peculiar, because I’m a steadfast skeptic by nature. But as a dog committed to his town’s safety, I couldn’t just trot to Bulldog’s BBQ for a sneaky snack; I had to join the caucus and lend my bravely quivering whiskers.
“I’ve seen this before, in a dream,” Rocky murmured, his wise eyes reflecting the shimmering display. “Nothing good comes from lights in the sky that aren’t stars or the occasional pizza delivery drone.”
Pixie bounced frantically next to me. “It’s happening,” she squeaked. “The cat invasion. I always knew they were planning something up there, plotting our demise.”
“Pixie, darling, get a grip. It’s probably just the celestial overture to some cosmic ballet, not a cat-dastrophe,” I assured her, with my usual soothing grace of a basset squished into a plott hound.
But as the radiance grew, a shape materialized – definitely not of this Earth or any known canine creation. A sleek, silvery ship of sorts, no bigger than Rottweiler’s Ribs’ finest cut. It descended with the daintiness of a poodle balancing on a beach ball. The gathered crowd of canines mumbled apprehensively, my own muscles tensing against the leather restraint of my collar.
Then, with a hiss and a pop, the space vessel opened, and out spilled… tiny creatures? They were minuscule, glistening beings, bipedal and covered in fur that sparkled like morning dew on a spider’s web. They emitted a high-pitched chorus that was harmonious and oddly… fetching?
“Wh-who are you?” I managed, my voice betraying the nervousness I normally hid so well behind my mysterious, chocolatey gaze.
The alien leader waved a shimmering limb. “Greetings, noble canines of Pawsburgh. We come in peace,” it trilled, sounding eerily like my squeaky rubber chicken in the throes of an “assault.”
Silence. Then, Pixie barged forward. “Peace? From another galaxy? Do you have treats?”
The aliens, as it turns out, carried a universal language – treats. And not just any treats, friends, no. Peanut butter stuffed Kongs. They knew about our weaknesses.
“We wish to engage in cultural exchange,” the leader chirped. “We’ve observed your Earthly whipped peanut customs and are eager to learn.”
The crowd of dogs exchanged looks. Peanut butter diplomacy? Now that was something we understood.
The End.
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