Hey Dad,

Just a casual day in Pawsburg, sorting out ancient myths, being the Bulldog enforcer. Met up with ole Coco and discovered something’s up with Boss. Don’t worry, your Teddy Bear is on the case, with his Pawsburg allies.

Stay tuned for more Herc-Adventures!

Best,
Teddy Bear (Hercules)

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Memoirs of Hercules, the Pawsburg Enforcer.

Really, darlin’, ain’t nothing you can tell me about ole Hercules that I don’t already know. And wouldn’t ya know it, right in the heart of Pawsburg, this hound’s towering over the lowly strays and the prize pedigrees, right from Choco Chihuahua Castle to the Spotted Red Beagle Beach.

Here I am, talking about the ruff-ruff stuff Hercules got into one contentious summer day.

Just finished a regular power nap by the South Poodle Pond and Herc – yeah, that’s what we call him, Herc – and I, needed a bite to eat. Over to Sniff ‘n’ Snack, naturally. But today? Oh, the place is as shut as a top-secret file. Doors bolted, chairs upturned. We could smell it in the air: Trouble.

Y’see, Herc’s got this reputation of being an easygoing type. But there’s also this. This intensity. If Pawsburg was a steak, he was going after it, bone and all. Never mind the veggies.

So we strolled over to Pupsicle Palace instead. At the doors, we ran into Coco. Tiny poodle, big influence, all muffled up. Herc and her exchanged words – dog talk, y’know.

“It’s Boss,” Coco whimpered. “Something’s wrong.”

Boss! The big Afghan Hound who owned Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store. ‘Wrong’ and ‘Boss’ aren’t words you hear in the same sentence in Pawsburg.

Naturally, Herc’s ears pricked up. The kind of ears you’d get on an English Bulldog that doesn’t just bark, but bites. And Herc? Oh, he can bite. Course he’d never bite you or me, but let’s just say, he’s not too fond of the delivery guys.

We ambled to The Snooty Snout Boutique, Boss’s old hangout. Herc seemed to sense something. A scent, maybe. The adventures were about to begin and I could feel it.

Swore right then and there, we were going to sort this, Herc and me. No dog left behind, that’s Pawsburg’s way.

We weren’t gonna let our town fall into disarray. Not even if it meant tangling with the sinister cats of Tom Alley. After all, what’s an adventure without Herc, the misunderstood Bulldog, running the show? Just need yourself a jaw-dropping mystery and a band of affable allies…

So there it was. A hot summer day, a mystery to solve, and Hercules, the gentle giant with an iron will, springing to action. Oh, the world really hasn’t seen anything yet.

The End.

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