Hey Mom & Puppa! 🐾 Just a quick update – I’m now the appointed protector of Pawsburg! A meltdown hit and the bipeds jetted off, leaving us to fend for ourselves. So it’s me, Spaniel, Bernese, and Mutt, fighting for giggles, biscuits, and our right to play fetch. Things may have gone barking mad out here, but remember, every dog has its day. 😉 Stay paw-sitive. Love, your Baby Girl, Hallie Blue.

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You know that feeling when you’re stuck? Not like your tail stuck in a door, but existentially stuck. That’s how Hallie was feeling. The outdated nuclear power plant near Pawsburg had suffered a meltdown, tipping mankind and dogkind into an apocalypse.

Men in hazmat suits were swooping down from choppers to evacuate, but Pawsburg was practically ignored. I mean, it usually is by humans, but the dogs knew better. They knew they’d have to—in the words of the feline diva Destiny’s Cat—”Survive on their own.”

Now, Hallie, being the thoughtful Staffy he is, immediately gathered his buddies—trigger-happy Spaniel, neurotic Bernese, and the ever-sarcastic Mutt. There they were, standing on Husky Hill, staring pensively at the mushroom cloud blooming in the distance.

“Oh great, I just had my fur done at The Pampered Pooch Salon,” mutters Bernese, acting petulant. Hallie rolls his blue eyes, radiation already making them glow brighter.

“Drama queen,” Mutt retorts.

Ol’ Hallie, wise as ever, knows there’s no time for husky drama—I mean, if the world is going to the dogs, you gotta roll with it, right? So cue the motivational speech.

“But what about food, Hallie?” whines Spaniel. “The last can of SpaghettPups at Dog-gone Good BBQ was snatched away by that pompous Border Collie.”

Hallie just grins, eyes lighting up as he says, “Guys, do you remember how mad I went for peanut butter?”

They nod. Who could forget that frenzied tail wagging, that near-ecstatic prancing?

“And how I ran away screaming whenever I encountered anything citrusy?”

Again, nods of agreement.

“Exactly. For every dog, there’s a peanut butter, and there’s a lemon.”

They look at each other, a faint semblance of hope dawning in their eyes. They just had to fight to rebuild their world. It didn’t matter if you were a Staffy, a Spaniel, a Bernese or a Mutt. They had to stick together.

In the days that followed, things changed. From being a resident of Earth, an emerald haven, Hallie Blue morphed into a quiet but determined protector of what remained of Pawsburg. All its canine residents had a solemn respect for him.

When apocalypse hits, ladies and gentlemen, we rise. Even if you’re a dog. Maybe especially if you’re a dog in Pawsburg.

Because no somewhere in this fallen world – in the ruins of Pawsburg – there’s a shabby, well-chewed green ball waiting to be played with again. Hallie Blue knew there was always a shot for another round. And that’s exactly what he was fighting for—with a whole lot of grit, a hint of humor, and a generous dollop of peanut butter.

The End.

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