“Hey Ma, it’s Harry. The Southern Shih Tzu Slide sunrise nearly outshined dinner at Fetching Deli. Spent the morning hunting treasures at Pawfect Training Center with the gang, tackled Meetup Mountain then cooled off in Labradoodle Lake. Skipped the vet (yuck), instead lounged by the lake reflecting on the day. Bedtime now under Spencerville’s starlit sky, trading stories with the pack. Til tomorrow. Luv, Harold The Hound”

Listen to the story here.

“Hello there. I am Harold, the Brown Wolf mix with the eyes of a seasoned voyager and loyalty unparalleled. Come along. I’m going to show you a day of my life in Spencerville, the paradise for pets, where I’ve found myself since my kin went off to that other world that needed them more than Spencerville do.

Here, the day starts with a sun as golden as my eyes. My usual perch is the Southern Shih Tzu Slide. It boasts the finest view of the sunset over Labradoodle Lake, a picturesque spectacle that brings forth reminiscences of shared sunrise coffees and lazy afternoon naps. From here, I see the buildings of Spencerville, like Western Fawn Pug Palace; an inside joke, as pugs know no monarchy, and Lower Silver Siberian Summit, a mockery of their inherent aversion to heights.

Morning time, it’s off to the Fetching Deli for breakfast. You see, I am a foodist– a term I coined for a pet in love with good food. Here amidst the aroma of mouth-watering treats, I get to enjoy my favorite item of ‘whatever was for dinner.’ Then follows a romantic dance between me and a beefy bone at the Doggy Bagel Deli.

Lunch moves into a thrilling treasure hunt with the guys, George, Babe, Smiley, and the rest at the Pawfect Training Center. Oh, the exciting tales hidden within the crevices of this place! Break time gives way to an adventurous group hike to the Meetup Mountain trail, commanding panoramic views of Spencerville.

As far as foes go, visits to the vet’s clinic are my nemesis. Those fluorescent lights, the overly sterile smells, the echo of desperate meows and whines – it’s all too reminiscent of cats and loud noises. A resounding “No” to those!

The evening cools down by the shore of Labradoodle Lake. A dip in these calming waters is my secret to washing away the hustle and bustle of the day. It’s nature’s very own remedy. After an active day, the fading sun invites me to stretch out on the sun-warmed sand, the sky painted in hues of love and longing, whispering stories to me in the wind.

Nightfall offers the opportunity to gather around the Howling Husky Hardware Store, a local haunt for the pack. It’s here that we trade tales of the day, fond recollections, and hatchery plans for tomorrow. It is within this unassuming clubhouse that we cheer, tease, plan, and wait for the reunion with our owners.

So, that’s it. A day in the life of Harold in Spencerville. It might not be as action-packed as those heroes in human stories, but this is my world, my adventure, my Spencerville. And just like any hero, I fight. Not villains, mind you, but the heartache of missing my family. But you know what they say; a hero is just a villain waiting to happen. So, who knows? Maybe tomorrow I will save the world.”

Laced with the charm of these delightful companions and peculiarly named landmarks, life in Spencerville becomes a series of Harry’s adventures. Moments of loneliness are merely opportunities for his hero’s journey to await a reunion that brings joy to both worlds.

The End.