“Hey there! Another day in Pawsburg: Sherlock played detective, Lola lazed with a cocktail, and I almost choked on a citrus salad at Bark Burgers. lol. Sherlock and Lola couldn’t stop laughing. Same old loving misadventures. Paws up! – Sammy Bulldog”

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Most folks look forward to the weekend, but in Pawsburg, it’s weekdays that I live for. You’re probably thinking, ‘Sam, didn’t you have it the wrong way?’ But, well, guess what folks, I’m a dog–an English Bulldog to be precise. And while my humans work, I sneak off to Pawsburg.

“Listen up, Sam,” Sherlock barked out this morning, while we were lounging by the Brindle Brown Boxer Beach, “Something’s missing from the Southern Golden Retriever River.” Lola, sipping her doggy daiquiri, only rolled her eyes. The Shepherd was every bit as dramatic as Sherlock Homes minus the cool English accent.

Even though I saw there was nothing missing in that River, I decided to humor Sherlock. It meant avoiding the trip to the shops. And by shops I mean, the Pawsome Pet Pharmacy. Seriously, who enjoys buying anti-flea medication? Not this Bulldog.

En route, I got a whiff of that irresistible aroma of grilled chicken wafting from Bark Burgers. My stomach growled louder than an uncouth Rottweiler. “Guys, I’m starving,” I announced, trying to buy some time, “Let’s take a detour?”

Sherlock considered his priority list, which always sounded like he was deciding whether to disable a bomb or save a kitten from a tree, and much to my delight said, “Yeah, sure.”

So we walked into Bark Burgers, unfortunately, the friendly Golden Retriever waitress, Daisy, waved a citrus fruit salad under my nose. “Our special for today, Miss Sam.” Eerie silence followed as I choked on the zesty stench.

It was high drama, to say the least, and all I had wanted was a simple start to my day. Sherlock and Lola burst into laughter though.

“Sam and citrus, always a sitcom,” Lola snickered.

I wagged my tail, chuckling along. You see, life in Pawsburg was never ordinary, it was like a sitcom script with Sherlock as the overly serious character and Lola as the cheeky one. Despite their occasional teasing, I wouldn’t trade a day in the life here at Pawsburg for anything. Not even for a lifetime supply of juicy chicken from Bark Burgers.

The End.