“Hey mom! Caught the interesting scent of adventure today – and nope, it wasn’t the steak dinner. Just taking in the raw beauty of Spencerville, staring down suds, and engaging in stylish anarchy against clean ears. I’ve been cherishing solitude – me, my rawhide chew and the beach. Missing you, but don’t worry, my tail’s still wagging with the fellas here. Come home soon, the city’s cramped but Spencerville forever wild. -Chlobo 🐾”

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Spencerville is its own animal, it’s where chaos tangoes with serenity and from where they spun out this tale of Chloe – the Anti-hero of our Shangri-La, showing the kind of heroism that one doesn’t come by regularly. Pug-faced dame of the ‘ville, with a mug that’s seen a lifetime and a heart that could fill up the ocean. Her seemingly indestructible beloved ball was her faithful sidekick, seeing more adventure than any other inanimate object might dream of.

Stepping out of the normally bustling Barking Boutique, her preferred haunt, having had her choice of the finest selection of steak dinners, Chloe much preferred to walk the less treaded path. She’d tell you, if she could, that city life’s a real kick in the pants. No space to breathe there, all concrete and no Cream Maltese Meadow. But here, in Spencerville, it’s all pure, untouched beauty.

You betcha, she was the kind of canine that only came once in a dog’s age. Fond of a game of tug-of-war and then there was her cherry on top – riding shotgun, windows down and breeze tangling up her fawn coat. Car rides always brought out the wild in her. Its whiff was intoxicating, enough to make her forget the lure of her rawhide chew or her long-loved sock.

Though that’s not to say, our Miss Chloe didn’t have her pet peeves. How she despised a good wash, acting as if the suds held a personal grudge against her, and chastisement of cleaning her ears bordered on anarchy. Then there was that time when the heavens opened up, playing spoilsport in an otherwise perfect day, her walks disrupted, dread spreading through her like wildfire.

Ah! Solitude. She’d tell you that there was something extraordinarily peaceful about solitude. She’d nibble her rawhide chew looking over the Spotted Red Beagle Beach with a wistful look in her eyes, waiting for her beloved mom to return home.

But she was never alone, she had an army of friends, both tail-wagging ones and the two-legged kind. She was the real deal in Spencerville, and moping, well, that just wasn’t in her playbook. Each day was lived as if it was her last and every night, when Spencerville bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, she’d settle in her backyard, eyes twinkling with stories untold.

Because in Spencerville, your story never ends. And Chloe, well, she’s just getting started. So, this is a toast to Chloe, may her tales continue to add colors to the legend of the ‘ville. Here’s to Chloe – our forever young, our forever brave, our forever core of Spencerville.

The End.