Hey Mom, Dad – it’s your Bear Cub! Pawsing a moment to connect from my tail-wagging adventures in Spencerville. Imagine a 170lbs Newfoundland (that’s me!) basking under the sun, sniffing out fish + biscuits from afar. It’s a real ‘Tail-side story’ here with golden retrievers, the Saint Bernard sis Victoria, you’d love her!
Guess what? I found my voice in the Four Paws band, and boy, am I singing my heart out in Bark and Bites. Classroom walls can’t contain my barks! Ups, downs, barking differences, you know…band life! It’s wild, but every evening, I think of you both. Memories shine strongly still.
Just take a guess who’s ruling the Pug Palace? Yep, your Baby. Promise to keep making music for you both with all my newfound pals. Those sweet dreams you see me having? Spencerville adventures! Love and woofs, Vincent aka your Teddy Bear.

It was as if time and space melted away when I found myself nestled in the utopian idyll of Spencerville. My svelte black and white coat, as sleek as a stroke of midnight mingled with dawn, reflected the glistening sun above. A freckled Newfoundland, weighing in around 170lbs and known best as Vincent, I commenced my celestial journey in this blissful canine society.

A spoonful of familiarity embraced me from afar; the tantalizing aroma of my beloved fish and scrumptious biscuits wafted from the Bull Mastiff Cafeteria. Glancing down at my left, I noticed a handful of golden retrievers merrily busying themselves in the Fetch! Toys and Treats market. Their giddy laughter, like notes in an ethereal musical score, bounced off Spencerville’s vibrant cacophony of life.

“Vincent,” a voice beckoned and I turned, stunned to find myself in front of Shepherd Skyline. I met Princess Victoria, the Saint Bernard – my sister, not by birth but by the soul. Her radiant coat and benevolent eyes, still the same, stirred a warm fuzziness within my heart. Our reunification was a serenade of the sweetest kind, a real ‘Tail-side story’ in the making.

Venturing deeper into the town, I found myself stepping into Chihuahua Castle, the noble establishment known to impart canine intellect. It was there I met a ragtag team of pets waiting on their lead vocalist for The Four Paws band. A spark ignited within me, an adventurous flame that I hadn’t experienced in a long while. So, I did what any self-respecting Newfoundland would do – I barked.

Not just a bark, but a harmonious timbre that echoed in the school halls, sending ripples of amazement amongst the pet crowd. If they ever questioned the depth of a Newfoundland’s singing prowess, that doubt was sung to sleep.

And so it began, my journey of highs and lows, fetching notes in Bark and Bites, hitting the rhythm on our homemade drum set in Pug Palace. It was a crazy ride. There was profound barking over creative differences, laughing to tears in shared camaraderie – a rollercoaster of emotions, all part of this pet school musical.

My tale here, a tale in Spencerville, is one filled with music and a renewed vigor for life’s simple pleasures. But in all this beautiful chaos, every evening as the sun drowned in hues of crimson and gold behind Shepherd Skyline – I thought about them – mom and dad. Their lingering scent from my past life ran strong within my memories, and although the solitude hits sometimes, I reminded myself that it’s just an intermission.

With the last note in our newest composition, another day in Spencerville draws to a close. Nestling up to Princess Victoria, I whispered, “They would have liked our music, right? Especially Dad. We will see them again, Victoria. Not yet, but someday.” With that, I felt her snuggle closer to me, a serene lull enveloped Spencerville as we both retreated into a peaceful slumber, dreaming of our next Spencerville adventure.

The End.