“Dad, had a wild night! Slipped into Pawsburg through the garden hedge, got my favorite kibble croissant from Uncle Geoff at Bone Appetit. Brushed up the fur at Aunt Sue’s Groom Room. Then used my pb-filled bone time machine for some epic adventures! Sheriffed the Wild West with Uncle Ron, even cuddled dinos in Jurassic era. Rounded off with a K9 Kebab from Geoff. Cheers to more time-traveling adventures! – Your Little slice of Angel pie”

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Hi, I’m Holly. You know, just your average, peanut butter-fueled pup with a time-traveling backyard. But let me paint you the whole heckin’ picture.

Last night—as my owners drifted off, dreams of lettuce plaguing their dull lives (just thinking of it shudders me to my spots)—I slipped into my Pawsburg persona. I nosed-open the secret doorway in the garden hedge that leads to Retriever River, where you’d often find me lounging.

This was my first pit-stop: The Bone Appetit. Managed by my pal Uncle Geoff, a Golden Retriever with earnest eyes and a glass-half-full mentality, probably because his glass was always filled with the finest doggy brew.

“Holly!” He barked, tossing me my usual, a kibble-filled croissant, fresh from the oven. I swear, every time he does that, it feels like I’m in some canine version of ‘Cheers.’ But enough with the yen for treats, I come to Pawsburg for adventure, and, oh boy, did we have one last night!

After our banter, I trotted to The Groom Room, a place where my friend Aunt Sue treats Pomeranians like they’re about to assault the red carpet. My Spurs-sporting ears did need a fluff, but I’ll tell ya: no dog, not even a cute bulldog like moi, enjoys a blow-dryer!

Riding my wavy mane, I suddenly had an idea. The time-traveling space in my backyard. Time to amp things up right? Like Doctor Who, just furrier and cuter. I decided to spread the mischief across time and space, because why should 21st century need all that fun?

Up next was my secret lair, smack dab in the middle of the lush Golden Gate Gardens, where my time-travel bone lay hidden. Yes, dear humans, my peanut butter-filled bone is a time machine. You doubted it could get better, didn’t you?

I took a giant bite, and whoosh – We were in the Wild West; Uncle Ron, a wise old Beagle, was the sheriff. He patrolled with an air of dignified authority, only rivaled by his love for nap-time.

Our arrival had unquestionably stirred the town. A saloon brawl had broken out regarding who had the best flea treatment between the local Rough Collie gang and Bernese Mountain Dogs. “Fantastic, more drama than a soap opera,” I thought, licking off a splotch of peanut butter.

“Nephew Ron!” I saluted, playing along with the western charade. He tipped his cowboy hat, his eyes bulging with hilarious seriousness.

I ignited my bone again, this time leading us to the towering cliffs of the Jurassic age. I, a small British Bulldog, had evolved into the apex… cuddler, in a world of colossal creatures. Adorably terrifying, ain’t it?!

Back home, finally, in the present reality of Pawsburg, I trotted off to finish my doggy day with a K9 Kebab, another specialty from Uncle Geoff’s Bone Appetit. Fighting pretend bad guys and dodging dinosaur claws sure worked up an appetite!

And as daylight started to creep, with the smell of my owners brewing morning coffee infiltrating the Pawsburg air, I slipped back through my garden hedge, into the realm of humans. With a peanut-buttery smirk, I nestled into my backyard, ready to pretend to be an ordinary pet once again.

Whew! Just another typical night in the life of this time-traveling bulldog. Well, until my next escapade under the starry Pawsburg sky – stay tuned!

The End.