“Hey Mom, it’s your fave saviour Lulu. Today I saved our beloved East Bulldog Bay, again! Between enjoying treats at The Barkery, weirding out the new guy at Wellness Centre, and avoiding the salon for my fur-glam look, I managed to sniff out adventure all the way to Westie Woods! All the action wouldn’t stop me from avoiding the rain, you know how much I despise it. Can’t wait for tomorrow’s adventure, Bulldog Bay isn’t going to guard itself! Woofs and wags, Lulu ♡”

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This morning, Lucy awoke from her peaceful slumber, her snuffle-wuffs disrupting the delightful climate inside her homestead in East Bulldog Bay. She isn’t one to start the day slow, you see. Not a moment did she allow for excessive lounging. With a stretch and a yawn, she went on her way to embrace the day with a bounce rivaling the most exuberant of kangaroos.

Taking a little saunter around the neighbourhood of East Bulldog Bay, she soon found herself in front of The Barkery. Familiar smells of sizzling sausages and baking bread accosted her, and Samwise, the amicable Labrador behind the counter, slid her a slice of heaven disguised as a green bean pie – her ultimate guilty pleasure.

On the corner of East Bulldog Bay, we find Woof and Whisker Wellness Center, Lucy’s not-so-secret hangout on Tuesdays, shrugging off the first whiffs of disaster from the edges of Spencerville. Not to get herself drowned in melodrama, she visits the Center under the pretext of picking on the new guy. Think about it, who better to withstand the end of the world than Lucy of Spencerville, right?

Embracing her role as the thriving heart of East Bulldog Bay, she conversed in “woofs” and “paws” with her pals over delightful paw shakes and tail wags. Conventions of pets meeting in lounges while society rebuilds itself in feline-free tranquillity, you know?

Now, you see, The Pampered Pooch Salon at the corner of Greyhound Grove was a spectacle Lucy resisted. Hairdos and pawdicures simply weren’t her gig. Lucy was a free spirit, the wind-ruffled fur-glam kind, remember?

From the Salon, she could glimpse the once-famous Furrific Fried Chicken shack, now quietly basking in the derelict charm of the Spencerville apocalypse. What many mistook for catastrophic, enigmatic Lucy found magical-an adventure unsought, a city reestablishing in dog-town glory.

The journey took a turn, literally, into the Westie Woods. She found solace amidst the whispers of towering trees and unrestrained chaos of post-apocalyptic beauty. Lucy stood there, as defiant as ever, marking her existence with the elegant understatement an English Bulldog could muster.

The rain, however, held the power to dampen her spirits and her coat. Remember that loathsome thing? As the first drops cascaded down, she shot out of the woods, her delight muffled, sniffing her way back home.

Home sweet home, where alone she wasn’t. Blue, her constant in a not-so-constant world, was lounging, as St. Bernards are wont to do. And Bella? She was trotting around, chomping on an apple, even as Lucy tried to remind her once again about her aversion towards it.

Each day Lucy of Spencerville greeted her existence with the same gait, gumption and resolve. An obliviously charming, stubbornly brave soul in a town finding its feet amidst chaos. After all, who says a, post-apocalyptic world can’t be brought to its knees by an English Bulldog named Lucy? For she wasn’t just any bulldog, she was Lucy of Spencerville.

The End.

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