Hey mom, it’s Tanner! You won’t believe where I woke up – Spencerville! It’s a wonderful world exclusively for four-legged guests like me, just hangin’ out till we meet our humans again. Lots of fun stuff here – Dog-gone Good BBQ, fluffy pancakes from Pawsome Pancakes. I’ve found my peace in the Dalmatian Desert, and I try to stay away from our town’s creepy vet clinic and the Shepherd Skyline Pool Club. Yeah, pools aren’t my thing. Oh, they even have trick-or-treat here – the trick is the lure of chocolate, but we know better than to fall for that, right? Miss those cozy car rides, but this place is alright too. So, just a hello from my buddies and me in Spencerville till we see each other again. Woof you! – Tanner 🐾

I’ve got news for you. I woke up today in Spencerville, the usual Pug Rat Terrier me, a hearty mix of tan and black, floppy ears framed on either side of my rather long nose. Of course, what’s a Rat Terrier without his curly tail? Now, if you’re wondering where Spencerville is, let me tell you – it’s not on Google Maps. I found myself here after the Big Sleep, the place where guests of the four-legged variety come to reside till they are reunited with their human families.

Life is about as perfect as it gets around here. When I’m not nibbling on cheese delights at the Dog-gone Good BBQ, I’m taking afternoon jogs at Bulldog Bay, where Fat Russell usually rolls around, snorting like a malfunctioning vacuum cleaner. Pawsome Pancakes makes the fluffiest pancakes that would get any tail wagging. And the best part? They’re always served with a side of that bubbly pup-citement.

I could spend every day browsing the Snooty Snout Boutique or grabbing baked goodies from the Woofy Bakery, but I prefer the serenity of the Dalmatian Desert. That’s where you’ll find me, folks – amid the sand and sagebrush, testing the limits of Spencerville’s leash laws. But hey, that’s where the whole adventure is!

Despite all the excitement, life in Spencerville sometimes has its downsides – like the ever-looming fear of being dragged to the town’s only vet clinic. There’s something about that place that makes my paws run cold – could be that it’s housed in what was once a haunted mansion. I’m talking eerie, supernatural vibes, the sorts of things which have no business messing with a dog’s sensitive sniffer.

Another place that gives me the chills? That would be the Shepherd Skyline Pool Club. Pools, in general, just don’t gel with me – the slick tiles, the cold water, and that creeping sensation of the unknown below. Sheesh, it’s a doggy horror story.

And, mind you, Spencerville has its version of trick-or-treat, where the big trick is the lure of chocolate. I know, right? Chocolate in a town full of dogs! A well-placed anecdote on canine health might do some good here. But that’s another story.

For all that though, don’t assume I’m not content. Yes, this place lacks the hustle and bustle of a city, and I do miss going on car rides, cozying up in the backseat. But exchanging all that for pan-fried cheese and endless sprinting through the Dalmatian Desert – that’s a fair trade-off.

Till we meet again, you’ll find me here with Spencer, Lilly, Fat Russel, and Millie, making the most of our days in Spencerville, waiting to see our families again. After all, as Mayor Spencer puts it, “It’s a dog’s afterlife!”

The End.