Hey Mom, it’s your favorite fur-kid, Wrigley Roo. Quick update from Spencerville – discovered time-travel, sniffed out popcorn, led a huddle with old friends and kept anxiety at bay. Spoiler alert, I’m becoming a chrono-chronicler while I wait to be with you guys again. P.S: Still hate green beans, love sunbeam breaks. Tail wags and licks, Wrigley Roo.

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Okay, listen up, everybody. It’s me, Wrigley. Yeah, I’m talking to you from Spencerville, pet paradise extraordinaire. I know, I know – “dogs don’t talk.” Well, this ain’t your average town, and space-time travel doesn’t follow average rules.

So, there I was, hanging out beside my favourite tree when I sniffed a scent I hadn’t smelled for what seemed like years, lifetimes even. My ears shot up before my mind could register it. It smelled like… popcorn?

BINGO.

In my excitement, my tail thumped big, grand rounds on the grass like a drum roll before a magic trick. A time portal appeared near Brindle Brown Beach, shimmering, all doused in nostalgia with a scent I couldn’t ignore. I padded towards it, my white toes stained sand brown.

Bathed in a spangle of psychedelic colors, I stepped inside. Then, like repeating the last few seconds of an exciting chase dream, I crashed into my old living room. “POOF,” were the exact sound my wide brown eyes made when they popped open. Seems like my time-traveling skills didn’t get rusty, pun intended.

And there it was, the source of the delicious scent – an overflowing bowl of popcorn perched dangerously close to the edge of the coffee table. Kudos to my nose, ol’ buddy making me proud every time. I didn’t skip a beat and lunged for the treasure while making sure that goofy smile was perfectly in place.

Chomp chomp, adventure one: complete. Leaving the popcorn apocalypse behind, I nosed open another portal at the corner of Fetching Feline Emporium. Splosh, one giant leap, there I was in Upper Collie Canyon, mightily proud of myself.

Finding myself around old familiar friends brought cheerful waves, a panting rendition of laughter led by yours truly. Memories came tumbling along Chenice, Maddie, Camden, Glennie, Rusty, and Leia. Heads together, snouts tilted in a conspiratorial huddle, we drew up our next plan.

But a noisemaker popped nearby, spoiling the fun. The guys knew I didn’t handle loud noises well; they shot me concerned glances. See, even in heaven, I had triggers – loud things, green beans, etc. – and they just didn’t go well with time-traveling animals!

As my tail went limp and heart thumped louder, I found myself back beside my favorite tree in Spencerville. It had all been a memory? A dream? Or a slice of my real past? Hard to tell.

All I knew was that waiting to be reunited with my family wasn’t so bad, especially if I can taste their popcorn from another dimension and bathe in the warm lick of sunbeams every day.

As for the rest of Spencerville, I’ve got to keep them in suspense for the next chrono-chronicles of their favorite handsome fur-nomad, Wrigley. Until then, it’s time for a sunbeam break!

The End.

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