Hey there!

Just your friendly, adventure-loving Cavachon, Trixie here (also known as Sassypaws!). In case you haven’t seen me around the house too much, it’s because I’ve been busy running my late-night escapades in Pawsburg. Chasing snow-covered trails with Winston, avoiding cucumbers, and indulging in some splendid “K9 Kebabs!” Don’t worry, Red, the rubber ball is safely with me. As Ana’s busy in her world, I’ve found one of my own. More from Pawsburg soon…

Trixie

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When Ana takes the bus downtown to visit that grandson of hers or when the purple tinge of dusk descends, that’s my cue. The ivory with caramel splotches of fur–that’s me, Trixie–wanders out of the city, past the Lower Golden Gate Garden and Hawk’s Tail Trees, west through the dense undergrowth of Westie Woods, towards Pawsburg. It’s a place as real as the twinkle in my blue eyes and the sassy wag of my tail. A utopia where dogs can be dogs – an adventure unending.

Why I opt mostly for night-time escapades, you ask? You see, the cloak of night comes woven with an enigmatic charm, the thrill of the unseen and the sheer joy of embarking on a bit of a midnight faux caper. Besides, there’s less risk of bumping into the Grumpy Gobbles, a particularly grouchy canine duo from the ‘Groom Room,’ that find some strange satisfaction in spoiling all the fun.

Remember Winston? The husky who’s never seen without his signature neatly trimmed black-tie? On winter nights, when Pawsburg lays comfortably under a soft blanket of snow, there’s an unsaid pact between us. The pact to test our paws against the chill, scamper along the trails of Western Husky Hill, following the promise of warmth, leading us to no less than ‘K9 Kebabs.’

One bite of a kebab after a long trek through the snowy woods can be wickedly satisfying. Well, unless it’s cucumber-forbidden territory for me. Hand me a cucumber slice, and you’ll swiftly witness Trixie’s rapid transformation into an effigy of disgust. Even Winston, with his unyielding attempt to convince me otherwise, has admitted defeat.

We sometimes stroll down to the Fetching Deli or the Waggle n’ Wok. But it is the lure of the Happy Hounds Dog Walking and the rush of paw-drawn art at Furry Friends Art Gallery after a tasty treat that winds down our Pawsburg escapades each night.

Ah, I nearly forgot to mention my rubber ball! She goes by Red, and while she might be round and bounce about rather unpredictably, she’s my most trusted companion. We’ve made the sun-soaked Golden Gate Gardens our playground, echoing with laughter under the blue expanse.

As Ana unknowingly stays tucked well into the human world, I’ve built my parallel universe in Pawsburg, with late-night adventures, friends, dog houses and art. The secret life of Trixie, the spirited Cavachon, continues, unabated, tucked neatly within the folds of canine camaraderie and midnight escapades, living proof that every dog has its day, if not its night too.

The End.

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