Hey Mom, it’s Dot! Guess what, Spencerville is a doggie heaven! I’ve made pals, found yummy chicken grills, and I live like a queen here! Nothing’s unpleasant except that mail hound (yikes!). Miss my gang though, can’t wait for our grand reunion. Love, Diva 😉

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Now that, my dears, is how my first glorious morning commenced in the heavenly home they call Spencerville. Dot, that dashing diva, greeted the freshness of Cream Maltese Meadow, donned in nothing but her own natural coat, pure as unsullied snow.

I reckon they didn’t lie about the perfect weather here, glorious enough to make beach babes envious. In the heart of the town, on the high-point of South Siberian Summit, with the bustling Pug Palace in the view, the day was just beginning to break in. While the meaningful mirth echoed across, I realized, my dear old friends were never really ‘gone’. They were merely off gallivanting around this little corner of paradise.

Yes, indeed, here was my beloved Dot, the ‘Queen’ of our clan, in this heavenly habitation, not a care in the world, off to the Fetching Deli for her first meal of the day. Her taste buds have always danced a tango at the mention of grilled chicken, something no other establishment can quite match. For an energetic spirit like hers, Bow-Wow Bistro’s culinary offerings were hardly a challenge.

She neatly sidestepped the Woof and Whisker Wellness Center, a place she associated with abhorrent memories of the vacuum cleaner noises that, as she put it, played the devil’s tattoo in her ears. This, ahem, ‘royal’ dame had a straight nose for avoiding anything that made her peeved. As such, Dot adored spending her days amicable strolls and basking in the sun, far from the isolated feeling of solitude, a feeling she abhorred almost as much as the smell of those bread and banana cookies at the canine cafe.

Her life here is marked by the reassuring presence of her chums, Spencer, Pearl, Fenway, and a handful more, each of them kindred spirits, all bound by the canine camaraderie and unwavering loyalty they had shared in the mortal realm. She, in all her vast wisdom, had taken the ‘mother hen’ role, asserting her rule over the peaceable pack.

Occasionally, she encountered the giant dogs from her past life. I called it nostalgia. She thought they were simply hilarious, especially when they looked like bumbling toys to her. The pure hilarity of her scrambling about with one of those enormous fellows, it gave me a chuckle. ‘Leave it to Dot,’ I should have been mused, ‘to make play of these unlikely playfellows.’

Evening finds her at Spa For Paws, where the sense of unwanted baths are replaced by well-deserved relaxation. Her days were full, Dot’s life was perfect, save for the moment mail hound would turn up, sending her into a fit. Poor delivery bugger never knew why this lovely damsel of ours wouldn’t abide by his presence.

In the midst of her crazy blissful life, there is the fond heartache of her missing her gang – Bandit, Hans, King, and Hagan. She dearly waits for the joyful reunion where they’ll join her in Spencerville, catching up on all the misadventures they’ve missed.

For the time being though, another glorious day ended peacefully and as the twilight descended, I could see Dot prancing back to the safe confines of her home, eagerly anticipating her adventures tomorrow. Ah, the life of our darling Dot. Stupendously splendid, in this grand pet paradise. But as you’ll understand, the charm is entirely to do with the darling dear creature’s lively spirit itself and not the town, no matter how heavenly Spencerville might be.

The End.

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