Hey Dad, it’s Oreo! Life’s a wild game in Pawsburg, had a volleyball match (I’m bad, FYI), ate an “Oreo Special” burger at Chow Hound Café, got butt rubs at the pharmacy, paraded in a fancy suit at the tailor’s, and Towers to Pet Partners for Timber. Now I’m off to play tug of war at Pupperoni Pizza with Sister Melissa. Wish me luck, I’ll need it! Same old adventures, paws first! Woofs and tail wags, Oreo. 🐾

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I leaped out of Timber’s window one night–quiet as a shadow–and landed with a soft thud on the soft bed of the long grass below. With the coast clear, we sprinted towards our beloved hideaway–Pawsburg. A grand city that came to life when humans dozed off. Oh, the adventures we’ve had here, you wouldn’t believe it, friend.

Our first stop, as usual, was Fawn Pug Palace. We picked up a volleyball match with the doggy locals. Admittedly, I’m not too threadbare in the strength department. Tug-of-war? I could give you a run for your money. Volleyball though…let’s just say I evoked more laughs than applause.

Anywhere Timothy and I lost ourselves in Pawsburg, we were no less at home. Whether it was Black Bulldog Bay, where the water tasted salty and the breeze ruffled our fur, or Eastern White Westie Woods, which was like Hound Heaven with that earthy scent of life in every nook and cranny.

But hey, adventure doesn’t satisfy our stomachs, does it? Hunger led us straight to Chow Hound Café. The waitress, a petite Pomeranian, trotted over to take our orders.

With a wag of my tail, I told her, “Buddy, fetch me the juiciest burger you got and make it ‘Oreo Special'”… Now, you might think I’m a gourmet. After all, a burger is poetry in a bun. Just imagine sinking your teeth into a succulent patty. That’s pure elation, my friend.

Following our feast, we set off to The Pawsome Pet Pharmacy. I’m not sick, not even close. Grandma Lura works there and she got the best butt rubs! Now lay off the judgement. A dog’s gotta have his guilty pleasures, right? Plus, she slips me some bacon strips while I’m there.

Shopping’s up next, with a leisurely stroll to the Tail Wagger’s Tailor. Honestly, it’s a riot. You should see the look on Grandpa Jerry’s face when I prance around in those ridiculous tailored doggy suits. He says I’m too stubborn to be a model, but what does he know? Dad Jason knows I’m the most dapper Boxer alive.

Our day wrapped up with a stop at Pet Partners Pet Supplies – an awfully long name if you ask me. Nephew Timber loves the place. And so long as he’s happy, I’m as content as a cat in a ray of sun.

As the day closed and we jogged back home, Pawsburg faded back into dreams again. I must confess, I’m fond of those car-less travel journeys. You’ll catch me anywhere but inside a car. Leave that for the stuck-up Poodles and well-groomed Golden Retrievers.

Story of my life, pal. Now, if you’d excuse me, I have a date at Pupperoni Pizza with Sister Melissa. She’s bringing a new stuffie over. Only one of us will win when the tug of war ensues, and the hint is, it’s not Sister Melissa!

The End.

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