“Hey Mom, just checking in from Spencerville. Fun fact: it’s nuts here. Made pals with cool dogs like Reo and Gus. Also, found a feast the size of my old diet tray. Couldn’t resist the jerky, but no-go on peanut butter. Found some funky stuff at the bookstore and I go detective tonight. Can’t be too curious…or too full! LOL! Talk soon! Love, Jasperoni.”

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In a place where time knows no tick and tock, and the sun shines pure gold, our aforementioned lad, Jasper, found himself amidst the pomp and glory of Spencerville. One ain’t merely told of the golden gates that open into those immortal gardens, you have to see them for yourself. And see, our fair Jasper did, exchanging quizzical glances with his black-and-white visage reflected in their lustrous surface.

Now, truth be told, Spencerville is no common place. After one’s earthly innings, pets could now reside in this free town, playing their day away, and anxiously awaiting the reunion with their human kin. What was once a whispered myth, seemed near enough a reality for our curious adventurer. Affable in nature and light on his footpads, bounding at 11 pounds of geniality, he was swiftly making acquaintances.

A good reunion ain’t ever been anything less than a hearty feast. At Pup-Tizers, Jasper happened upon a feast that even the most lavish banquet back yonder wouldn’t match. A wee little look of dismay crossed his expressive eyes as he remembered his earthly dietary constraints, quickly replaced by a roguish glint. With a wag of his tail, he dived headlong into the spread. his tastebuds screamed joy at the jerky treats, while neatly steering clear from the peanut butter delights – an old ghost of his allergy days.

In the town that never sleeps, under the shade of the Silver Siberian Summit, I made friends with the likes of Reo and Gus, Alfie, Lambeau and the Beagle trio- Nigel, Bonzi, Raffa and Boomer. Each one of us bore tales as distinct as our tails. With the wind as our guide, we journeyed across the length and breadth of Spencerville, the Chihuahua Jack Russell energy fuelling our expedition.

Our keen senses, honed from previous explorations, drew us to the Groom Room, a haven for canine curiosity. But it was the mysterious object at The Wagging Tail Bookstore, my favorite two-headed sea monster toy, in a neon hue of alien green, held a secret like no other. And as the old saying goes, ain’t no story like an unexplainable phenomenon to put one’s detective hat, or in our case, our wagging tails, to test.

Jasper, I guess that’s me. I reckon there’s some strange going on in these parts, and the good Lord didn’t give me a playful, energetic nature just to laze around. It’s about time I rouse the pack. Tonight, under the Spencerville moonshine at the Fawn Pug Palace, the Pet X-Files cases begin. Strange phenomena has met their match, and his name, is Jasper.

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