“Hey Mom, just lazing under the sun in Bulldog Bay. Gave the ocean a lick, totally not my thing but the boys, Spencer, Fenway and Zelda seem to love the frolic! My regal antics got fed at Doggy Donuts (scored chicken, ignored bananas, and cookies yuck!). Slipped away for some ‘me’ time at Dapper Dog Spa. Important note: I STILL DISLIKE VACUUMS and baths! When are you joining me in Spencerville? The tales here last forever. xoxo, Diva”

Listen to the storyhere.
There I was, sun soaked on the sandy edges of Upper Black Bulldog Bay, watching the waves crash and recede, licking the salt draped around my mouth. Every breath was a cocktail of ocean air and liberation. And there, trotting beside me – as brave and beautiful as ever – was our beloved, Lil Dot.

Lil Dot, with her ladylike gait, her snowy coat shimmering against the sun, her stoic and stubborn eyes observing our escapade with an amusing grin. Each of her paw prints was a temporary tattoo on the sandy canvas of the beach, childhood etchings promising a tale of fun and frolick.

A casual onlooker might mistake her for a royalty, her actions reminiscent of a maiden leading her subjects, maintaining harmony amidst canine friends – Spencer, charming Fenway, and poised Zelda among others, all chasing the ebbing tide with juvenile delight. But then her chosen ‘toy of power’, a huge dog figure, acts as a constant reminder that she isn’t about conformity, the box-like figures society tends to trap us in.

Meal times are an event at Doggy Donuts. Dot devours the scrumptious delights of chicken while discreetly giving a cold shoulder to bananas, bread, or worse – the treacherous cookies. Instead, she lusts after the juiciest of bones, her inner carnivore awakened by the sizzling aroma that wafts through the quaint streets of Spencerville from the Bow Wow Bistro.

Beyond the confines of our town, the harsh terrain of the desert or the chaotic dog-park is far from Dotty’s taste. No sir! Her adventurous heart savors tranquility. The quiet alleys of Spencerville leading her to The Dapper Dog Salon and Spa for Paws, trailed by her jubilant entourage of friends.

There are dragons that Lil Dot chooses to avoid – the petrifying vacuum, the elusive delivery personnel, and the ominous ‘bath’ which seems to transmute her from a majestic snow queen to a disheveled, sodden doll. The sweet solitude she craves shrouds her from cats and children, and the world seems just perfect.

Dotty’s life evolves around a narrative embroidered with doggy friendships, feisty adventures, delightful meals, spas, and sunbathing – a rhythmic whirlwind of adventurous joy, exciting chases, stubborn conquests, and hearty laughter.

So here we are, tangled in life’s riddles, bound by an unwritten promise. Spencerville, the paradise for our departed pets – a happy place, a waiting place, like an airport lounge for those about to embark on the most fabulous journey. Even though they part, the bonds never break. For every farewell is a sign of a forthcoming reunion, and in Spencerville, every goodbye is just a longer hello.

Oh, how I wish you could see this place, get to know Dot the way I do. It’s quite a spectacle. But then, maybe you will…sooner or later, under different circumstances, of a different kind. Because in Spencerville, we all have our stories – stories that outlive us, stories that echo in the different timelines, stories that unites us with our beloved pets, forever.