Hey Mom&Dad – Buddha here.

Just wanted to tell you about a wild adventure I’ve had in doggy paradise, Spencerville. Think of Dog-gone Good BBQ, dental bones, new chew toys, and squirrel chase – a canine dream!

One day though, we faced a crazy ‘Crestfall Cataclysm’ – an earthquake like none we’ve ever seen. Scary stuff, I tell you. But I rallied my pals from Pup-Peroni, pulled a stubborn Newfy move, and we made it through together.

Now, the place is different, rebuilt, and better in its own way. We’re still chewing on lessons learned while looking out over Boxer Beach. Sometimes, I wonder if you two would be proud of your resilient bear cub here!

Remember, like we always said, “It’s the journey, not the destination”, right? Hope you’re keeping up with your own adventures. Know that your big ol’ teddy bear is standing strong and paw-sitive!

Endlessly wagging,

Vincent ‘Bear Cub’ 🐾

Back when I was a lovable black and white lump of Newfoundland named Vincent, life posed different challenges. Spencerville, the canine version of Shangri-la seen only by departed wagging souls like ours, was one. Dental bones and ear cleanings were a couple of others. Prior to the Crestfall Cataclysm, my pickle toy was my only constant. Hence, why the lack of pickles in this dog nirvana, I never could understand.

The day of the Cataclysm started like any other day in Spencerville. By day, we usually meander around the place, maybe visit The Doggy Depot for a new chew toy or sniff out the delectable Dog-gone Good BBQ. The morning sun was shining on Bulldog Bay as I strolled down the canopy of trees at South Siberian Summit, dodging wayward squirrels.

Suddenly, the ground shook. It felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke, a jarring destruction that none had seen. All the dental bones in the world couldn’t calm me. The chaos of the earthquakers freaked me out more than ear cleaning, if it’s imaginable.

Buildings crumbled, the sidewalk split open, and the usually jovial faces turned into masks of fear. I’d always been one to hold my nerve, but even I found it hard to stay strong. It was, after all, the worst crisis this pet paradise had ever faced.

The stubborn bulldog I am, I burrowed deep into my reclusive nature. I rallied my Spencerville comrades – a group of tail-wagging chums from Pup-Peroni. I knew we had to get everyone to safety. That’s what Vincent stands for: unwavering bravery in the face of disaster.

Every evening, we gathered in front of The Pawsome Pet Pharmacy, retelling stories of our human families, reassuring each other that brighter days lay ahead. Oh, to be ensconced with dental bones and a warm blanket at home! Longing for simpler times is such a bittersweet feeling. We had each other, and we held strong. Spencerville’s spirit survived, even in its hour of darkness.

Today, as I look from Boxer Beach, the rebuilt town lying beyond, and the smiles returning to my friends’ faces, I think of home. I know my human family must be out there, somewhere, missing me, thinking about all the chaos we must have faced. And just like in Spencerville, I hope they too are standing strong, waiting for the day we reunite, just as I am. Life after the Crestfall Cataclysm hasn’t been the same, but then isn’t life all about adapting to change?

Embracing the wisdom as the wind whispers into my ears, I chuckle, “After all, it’s the journey, not the destination.”

The End.