Hey Pops, it’s Teddy Bear. Another wild day in Pawsburgh! Delicious BBQ steak, lounged on the boardwalk, then trouble.. Beatzie got trapped in the shelter for a crime she didn’t commit – digging at Beagle Beach. Poor gal! Couldn’t let her stick in there, could I? So, rounded up Tank and Boss to stage a daring rescue! There was digging, and a nerve-wracking yet successful escape, ended with a scrub at Spa for Paws. All’s good now, ended the day at Pup ‘n’ Go Taco Joint to let loose. They call me a hero, but honestly, I was just being a dog. More steak tomorrow, perhaps. Hugs, Herc.

I awoke to another splendid morning in Pawsburgh, feeling energized for the day ahead. I’m Hercules, and you might’ve heard stories about the legendary red and white English Bulldog with an athletic body and a personality to match. But trust me, half of it is trumped up.

I was lounging around Bullmastiff Boardwalk, soaking up the sun and treating myself to a rib-eye steak courtesy of Dog-gone Good BBQ. I was just about to munch down the last piece when I noticed a crowd gathering at Choco Chihuahua Castle. The town had a ruffled fur feel, something was cooking.

Margaux, the ever-stingy Dalmatian, approached. “Hercules,” she said breathlessly. “It’s Beatzie…she’s been trapped in the animal shelter!”

Beatzie, the fun-loving Terrier! My jaws clenched. She was falsely accused of digging up Spotted Red Beagle Beach and was now held captive. I was about as comfortable being the town’s resident hero as I was wearing a Halloween costume, but I’ve always viewed adversity as just another thing. A character-building experience.

I approached the Pooched Potatoes, where Tank, the Great Dane security enthusiast was delighting in an Idaho special. Boss, the mischievous Boxer who belonged to our local magician, was weaving his way through tables, pickpocketing fellow pets whilst disguising it as an affectionate nose nudge.

“Alright, guys, we need to bust Beatzie out,” I announced.

Boss grumbled, “Let me guess, you want me as the inside guy again.”

Tank left his potatoes and stood tall, flexing the power of his mighty bark. Why he goes to the gym, I’ve no idea.

Our quest began with Boss’ nonchalant swagger into the shelter. He managed to smuggle a message inside Beatzie’s cell, instructing her on how to stir up a distraction. Meanwhile, Tank pawed the ground nervously. He hates rescues. Thinks they’re beneath him.

The chaos provided me the perfect cover to tunnel my way inside the shelter – quite literally. I delved and dug until I was close enough to Beatzie. Trust me, if I liked digging as much as I liked steak, I’d be one happy bulldog. But the things one does for friends, eh?

Boss, with his magician’s cunning, pulled off a miraculous escape route that led us straight to Spa for Paws. The staff there gave us shelter and scrubbed dirt off my paws, which I didn’t enjoy but can’t deny the salon pedicure wasn’t completely awful.

Liberated and safe, Beatzie hugged me tightly, covering my face in licky gratitude. “You’re a true hero, Hercules!”

I brushed it off modestly. “I’m just a dog doing dog things.”

As the sun set, we celebrated back at Pup ‘n’ Go Taco Joint. A glorious end to a thrilling day, packed with adrenaline, steak, digging and an unwanted pedicure. So, here I am, finding myself knee-deep in adventure despite my love for simple,sunny, backyard days. But that’s life in Pawsburgh for you.

The End.