Hey Mom and Dad, 🐾

Remember my grand adventures in Spencerville? It’s Bear Cub btw 🐻 I lived my days my own way, remember? Chewing on pickle toys, enjoying my menu at Bow Wow Burgers, wrecking havoc in the pantry and spending every second with my beloved sister, Princess Victoria 👑

I was there with you on the couch, the kitchen, even tried the bathtub once or twice, remember? 😆 And all the while, I had all of Spencerville backing me up. So many pints in my honor! 🍔🍻

I was, and am, a part of our town and its spirit. I chuckle all the time when I see the ‘Dignified Newfoundland’ steak on the BB menu! 🥩 So don’t fret. Remember me as the dignified, charming menace I was, and keep telling my tales till I see you again. Love, your Bear Cub 🐾 💖.

P.S: Princess Victoria sends her licks too! 👑💞

**The End**

Perched on a quiet corner of Golden Retriever River, Spencerville was home to many, but none possessed the same charm, wit and dignified insolence as Vincent, our hefty Newfoundland. I remember the day he strutted into town, his midnight-speckle coat shimmering, a royal proclamation all by itself.

Now, contrary to popular belief, Vincent found himself enthralled not by tennis balls or chew toys, but a bizarre treat-stuffed pickle toy. It was peculiar, but it was quintessential Vincent. This was a dog who loved the background hum of the local park, thrived in the embrace of his own backyard but turned his nose up at the beach, desert and farm. ‘None of that sand or soil in my paws, thank you very much,’ he’d seem to say.

He’d turn his freckle-speckled nose up at the ordinary dog food too. Hells, the pooch had his own menu in Bow Wow Burgers and Fishy Bites, and it had to itself be of the piscatorial preference. Oh, and biscuits. And of course, the crème de la crème was that coveted bone he’d savage every night and then sleep off, dreamy-eyed.

His sister, Princess Victoria, and he were an incredible team. As thick as thieves those two were, always getting in trouble and getting out of it just as quickly. Vincent, despite his inherent stubbornness, turned into jelly when it came to Princess Victoria, as affectionate as any sibling could be.

Vincent’s disdain for solitude was a well-known town story. He’d stick to anyone like a leech if left alone. He’d join you on the couch, he’d join you in the kitchen, heck, he’d even try to join you in the bathtub if given a chance. And let’s not forget his favorite pastime, rummaging through pantries and scattering flour and pasta across the kitchen floor.

Sure, the big guy was plagued by allergies, and loud noises were something he could’ve done without, but boy did he enjoy life. Mighty Vincent was more than just a pet in Spencerville… he belonged to the spirit of the town, a part of her copper-daubed sunsets, her spellbinding golden rivers, and her home to all of us.

He might be gone now, but his story’s told over pints in Paws On The Grill, or when young pups get their first trim at The Dapper Dog Salon. In fact, they’ve named a steak after him, the ‘Dignified Newfoundland’, over at Bow Wow Burgers. He’s still there in spirit, waiting to be reunited with us, waiting on the other side of Rainbow Bridge. Until then, old friend. Until then.

The End.