“Hey Mom! Regular Tuesday turned Star Trek when strange fur-less beings (read: aliens) showed up. Gave ’em a bark, scored a cosmic chew toy. Spencerville: where even invasions are tail-wagging good! Catch you on the flip side. – Harold The Hound”

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I, Harold, woke up with one eye on a Tuesday morning to find the sun rays flooding through, it was another beautiful day in Spencerville. The big yellow sun was yet to take its place in the sky and the Yellow Tan Dalmatian Desert was still a bit misty. You’d think it was a normal day, right? Uh-uh, wrong. Today was the day the universe thought, “Hey, why don’t we fling some alien entertainment towards Spencerville and put up a show.”

Nibbling at the chew bone from the Pet Partners Pet Supplies, I went to the backyard and joined my pals: Buster, Babe, Pugsley and George. And then we saw it, a cloud of dust whipping up at the edge of Upper Collie Canyon. The air was thick with an uncanny silence, even the endless chatter at the Yappy Yogurt had ceased. No one doing their usual trot, no wagging tails, no barking. The peace was eerily unsettling.

Here’s the plot twist: an alien invasion! What’s next, me being scared of cats – oh wait! The crowd was parting, and out walked the visitors – extraterrestrial beings smeared with cosmic dust. They were a vision straight from the newsletter of the Woof and Whisker Wellness Center, and not in a good way.

The aliens didn’t scare me, although their lack of any apparent fur was… nay, I won’t be judgmental.

Our Spencerville council, all of us gaped at the beings. Were they here for the Waggle n’ Wok or the sunbath? Probably for Doggy Delight or may be they were cat people! Ah, unimaginable!

With a sudden rush of courage or rather foolishness, I took a step forward and broke the silence with a bark. I figured, I’ve seen ‘Star Trek’ before, so maybe a bark was this thing’s ‘Live Long and Prosper’.

One of them extended a limb that kinda looked like a paw but with more twinkling going on than a full-blown stellar constellation. I sniffed it, circled them around, and playfully nipped it before I trotted back to my pack.

That afternoon, Spencerville had some new tourists, and I, a new chew-toy, tastier than whatever my family was having for dinner that night. Sure, it wasn’t a ‘normal day’ in Spencerville, but it sure was ‘out of this world’. Life in Spencerville was a doggie’s paradise indeed. I mean even Alien invasions here can turn out to be pretty awesome!

The End.

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