Hey Mom,

Just picture this for a moment: a Pug Palace for a bed, rainbow-colored fire hydrants, and Canine Couture Clothing (your style influences stick with me!). Living the life of Riley in Spencerville, but miss you dearly.

Had a hilarious day yesterday – Gunner, Loki, and I laughing our tails off at the beach. Then, gave swim lessons a whirl, only to have Retrievers mock me (you know, like our old frenemy next door).

Quick bite at Chow Hound Café, disappointed yet again with their refusal to implement an all-bacon, peanut butter and chicken menu. Who likes veggies anyway?

Crowned the evening with a game of tug-of-war, intense storytelling and Pup-Tizers at Shih Tzu Stadium. Spent the rest of the twilight reminiscing about our adventures together while surrounded by canine comrades.

The laughter, the companionship – they’re all the band-aid to longing for you. But know this, everything’s pawsome here! Life motto remains: Play hard, sleep hard. Loved and missed by your loyal Bulldog,

Burrito 🐾

Without Ever Saying “Goodbye”,
P.S. Loki sends his goofy love too.

Yesterday, I rolled out of my comfy bed in Pug Palace, stretched and yawned before pulling myself up to my solid paws. The sun beamed down onto Spencerville, and I could hear the chirpy chatter from the residents. As far as the eye could see, rainbow-colored fire hydrants stood erect – just one of the perks here. I know, life’s ruff, right?

Meandering through the town, I couldn’t help but be captivated by the cheerful energy around. The dazzling display of Canine Couture Clothing, the sweet aroma wafting from the Pupsicle Palace – everyday things, but things that remind me of my mom. The sudden pang of longing hits me every single time, but in my heart, I knew we’d meet again.

By the time I arrived at Brown Boxer Beach, it was teeming with my rowdy brethren. There they were, my best bro Gunner, and Loki my little dopey-eyed brother, engaged in some serious comic relief, something about a cat and a log? Their laughter was contagious!

This town, it’s everything we could ever want, minus the vacuum cleaners, horrible baths and those nightmarish vets. My eyes flickered towards the ocean. Swimmers. So many of them; they made it look so effortless. “Hey, Thor! Getting ready for your swimming lessons?” yelled a retriever, bounding over with pure glee. He knows how to push my buttons.

That’s the thing about Spencerville; it’s got its share of jesters, kings, and queens. We’ve even got a Chow Hound Café. Imagine! Who doesn’t love dining gourmet style? I tell you; this place has thought of everything… well almost everything. Somehow, they still haven’t figured out that the menu should only ever offer bacon, peanut butter, or chicken. My absolute favourites. Why anyone even bothers with veggies, I will never know!

After lunch, we retired to Shih Tzu Stadium, a pet’s paradise and then some. Squeaky Piggy never left my side and Gunner’s gnaw pulses were hard to resist – his tug of war skills are impressive, but I never let him win too easily. The warm cobbles became cool as the sun set and we tucked into the Starbucks copycat, Pup-Tizers, for a night of storytelling, of the adventures we had with our humans. Hushed murmurs filled the air, accompanied by sighs and chuckles.

Sure, we miss our human parents from time to time, but there’s a plain, simple comfort knowing we’ll see them again. The grief never swamps, not for long. It’s often washed away by a wave of pure joy and the knowledge that until then, Spencerville was forever ours.

Play hard, sleep hard – that’s my mantra. That’s the day in a life of Thor, the English Bulldog, here in good ol’ Spencerville. Or as Gunner likes to tongue-in-cheekly call it: “The Walking Pets.”

The End.