Hey there Fam,

Just letting you know, life in Spencerville still as royal as ever. Keeping my coronation seat warm, making sure Sammy & Max pay their dues and out-staring those dang cucumbers daily. Sure, the vet’s still my arch-nemesis, but what is a king without a trial to face, right? Life’s good, ‘cept it’ll be better when you’re back. Until then, hold down the human kingdom. Love and butt wiggles – Kiki-boo

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There’s something untold about the majesty of it all, standing here, at the edge of Fawn Cream Maltese Meadow, in Spencerville. This place, I tell you, it’s a godsend, a purgatory of sorts where we’re treated as nothing short of royalty. It’s here where the story of Leo unfolds.

You see, we all fancy our roles, mine being the noble Pitbull mix who went from ordinary pet to master of Leo’s throne. Missing tail and all, you might ask. Well yes, my indignation at first, has now become my unique declaration of survival. Life has a way of making heroes out of misfits, as they say.

With the sun rising on Black Bulldog Bay, you’ll find me taking my routine promenade, flanked by my retinue of Spencervillians – everyone from Sammy to Max and all the glorious creatures in between. In this town, loyalty is more than a virtue, and let me tell you, it gets your tail wagging – well, if I still had one.

In between reign and recreation, I pursue my refined proclivities – a combination of curiosity and intellect, much like the tag on your cushion that piques your wonder indefinitely. Playtime is always ‘royal decree’, and bright pink unicorns make the best court jesters, well, even if they’re just toys.

The crown does sit heavy, lads. So, throw me a bone and let’s crunch through the ceremonials. Pupperoni Pizza, which is the edible elixir of this extraordinary life, remains my food of choice. Ah, the unapologetic joy of savouring every bite while staring down those ghastly cucumbers, hidden in the guise of a salad.

Not everything is crumpets and tea parties though. Even a crowned pet like myself has trials to face. That vet, I tell you, is no less menacing than an insurgency against the throne. The memories, like the lab coat’s sterile smell, never fades.

Yet, Spencerville remains dear to my heart. It’s a kingdom defined not by walls, but by love, loyalty, and a leash’s length. The memories we weave here are our true legacy, not borrowed from textbooks but imprinted in wet noses and warm hearts. Let it be known, in a town where every pet is royalty, I, Leo, sit tall and proud on a throne undeterred by noisy contenders and fearful vets.

Out here in the beauty of backyard oases and desert trails, life is pretty wonderful. So, till we’re all reunited with our dear humans, let’s enjoy our regal existence in Spencerville, the most splendid canine kingdom there ever was.

The End.

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