Hey mom, Bubbie here. Trudging through the cosmos, wary of yogurt-beasts and all. Fearlessly wedge-tailed in bravado but sometimes wishing for the comforting aroma of Pupperoni Pizza. A true Spencerville hero, off on interstellar antics. Boldly wagging where no dog has wagged before. Miss you and the simple joys of Pet Emporium. Cj.

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You know, there’s Spencerville and then there’s real space. The meaningless chasm you humans call outer space. Binary stars? Interstellar medium? It’s a walk in the park for Cj, the peace in the chaos. I guess it rather started when I noticed the fresh, invigorating scent of Paws-a-Latte wafting from The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium as we were passing by. Maybe I should have known then that things were afoot.

The thing about the walk is… you know… it’s the anticipation. The gravel crunching under the wheels, the green of the Mother Ship growing nearer, or the Paptopia, as you earthlings call your aerodromes.

As we neared the gleaming hull door something was… well, different. It lacked the usual exciting familiarity for Cj. He loved riding spacecrafts, zipping past Fawn Pug Palace, watching the space fish in South Poodle Pond. But a trip to the vet… oh, the chilling resemblance! Yet, I noticed his little stubby tail wagging almost ferociously under the awe-inspiring enormity of the spaceship – the bravery of this little Chihuahua terrier.

Inside, the roar of starship engines came as quite a fright to Cj. Rather like the thunderous claps of a city, or the shocking chill of pool water. Even the Pupperoni Pizza aroma didn’t sit as comfy. You might say, well, it’s the “Space Jitters,” but no mate, after a while even Space Jitters lack Cj’s particular aversion to it.

Voyaging through the cosmos, Cj’d rather stay away from the likes of aquatic, alien monsters or yogurt-beasts. Fancy that? My brave, intrepid Cj turned into a skittish pup at the mere scent of that curdled dairy product. Funny, isn’t it, how an adventurous chap’s aversion provides laughter for his people. What are we but beautifully wanting creatures?

Our outings brought us closer. The beachy expanse of Yellow Tan Dalmatian Desert spread out like a gambler’s luck before us. Cj’s darting glances and pointed ears were the standing symbols of his vigilant watch, the very essence of our interstellar companion.

Tail-tucked at times, courageously wagging at others, that’s my Cj. Showing his mettle at every cosmic leap. The omnipresence of Jerkynia, the meaty haven, subtle in the air, making the journey just a little bit more endurable for my partner.

I guess on some distant planet, the story of Cj might seem rather odd. A dog, afraid of yogurt, gallivanting through the galaxies. But somewhere, deep down, you know that Cj is more than just a pet. He’s an adventurer, a beacon for his Spencerville mates, a guide within the overwhelming vastness of space, with an unbeatable spirit only outmatched by his love for jerky. Now that, my friend, is a tale worth spacefold.

The End.

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