“Hey Dad, nbd but guess who turned into the doggie John McClane? Yours truly! Woke up to a post-apocalyptic Pawsburg. Fire hydrants uprooted, no deli, no grill, nothing! Almost starved until Zach hinted at Beef Wellington leftovers at our pet store. I know, I know, I’m the hero you didn’t know you needed! Managed to fetch cans, bond with Chihuahuas, even survived an overnight at the chaotic Northern Choco Chihuahua Castle. All in a day’s work! P.S. Not ready to tackle baths yet. Love, Nelson (a.k.a Undefeated Bulldog of the Apocalypse).”

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Okay, take NBC Thursday night sitcom and cross it with a little George Romero and we’re golden. Now, where were we? Ah, yes! So, you won’t believe this, but I kid you not, our beloved Nelson woke up one day to find Pawsburg was like, totally post-apocalyptic.

Or as Nelson eloquently put it: “Every fire hydrant’s been uprooted! This truly is the end of the world!”

Right, so here we are at Black Bulldog Bay—the usual hustle and bustle of Pawsburg is a distant echo. The Fetching Deli? Closed. Paws On The Grill? Same deal. Nelson’s belly growled louder than his usual nap-time snores! That carnivorous appetite had only one thought—‘where in dog’s name was he supposed to get that beautiful mix of dry food and carefully ground beef?’

Just as his stomach was about to declare a mutiny, we spotted Zach, the Goldendoodle, incoming on his tricycle, like a fluffy post-apocalyptic courier. As dignified as Nelson is, he ran towards his pal like the wind, if the wind was a roly-poly bulldog on a mission, of course.

Zach was quicker with the news. Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store was hit badly, but their Beef Wellington reserves were intact. Nelson was out of my sight before I could even say, “Fetch, Nelson!”

Now imagine, if you will, Nelson with canned food tucked under his beefy arm and a look so intense it would make Apocalypse Now look like a Disney movie. Every canine scattered from his path, leaving Nelson free to raid the stacks in record time.

Just as we were getting comfy in our hard-won feast, Marshall Christie, Nelson’s vet, showed up looking all wide-eyed. Seems our formerly serene Northern Choco Chihuahua Castle had turned into a replica of Mad Max—except with less motor oil and more slobber.

Braving the desert-like heat of Dalmatian Desert, the ever-reluctant Nelson finally reached the Castle. A motley crew of Chihuahuas, Schnauzers, and Mastiffs met us, scrambling in every direction, barking their heads off. Yet, amidst the chaos, Nelson found redemption by sharing his Beef Wellington stash.

We survived the night, thanks to our adorably grumpy saviour, Nelson! Even as I watched him snooze, one paw over a canned beef can, I knew we were safe. Chasing after worn-out shoes seemed like a dream of a better time, but with our Nelson around, we knew we could face anything.

Except maybe bath time. That, as they say, is a story for another day!

The End.

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