Hey Chief,

Guess what? I’ve become the ‘Petfather’ of Spencerville, the toast of the doggie world, dining on high cuisine (grilled chicken is the new doggie delight, believe it or not!) to being the talk of town for my classic sense of style (an old boot – but hearsay is it’s Sir Dogfather’s!). Only twist in the tale is that I’m terrified of – wait for it- carrots! Weird, right?! Anyway, mischief managed around here.

Waggishly Yours,
Gunner on the Run

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My life in Spencerville is anything but boring with a host of hilarious characters – like Hank, the flamboyant French poodle from East Bulldog Bay who dabbles in the illicit trade of rogue Frisbees – circling around me. Amongst them, there’s one character that towers above all, my best pal, and I mean this both in stature and personality, Gunner.

Gunner, the Bernese Mountain Dog, is the local moonshiner, a canine of fine taste. Every evening, dawn breaks on him showing off his prized possession – an old boot, akin to a person going around with a full blown Rembrandt; the guy knows his classics, I’ll give him that. Across the streets, I could hear startled meows and flabbergasted woofs, “Is that… is that the boot of Sir Dogfather?”

But believe me when I say, Gunner was no less than the il Capo dei Capi in our pet brotherhood. Where us ‘petfellas’ struggled to get a nibble off the Furrific Fried Chicken, Gunner had connections deep inside the kitchen. His favorite? Grilled chicken, of course. A plate reserved under the table only for the most important ‘petfellas’ in Spencerville.

However, just when you think you have Gunner figured out, the carrots show up. Carrots! Where Gunner relishes the grilled chicken with his own mobster panache, something about those crunchy, orange creatures brings out a terror in him that no vacuum cleaner of the human world can compare to.

Gunner’s paradise, rather our paradise, the stunning meadows are where this intriguing Bernese Mountain Dog truly reveals himself. I’d often accompany him there, myself and our crew – Daisy, the beagle that can sniff out a bone buried a decade ago and Jasper, the retriever with the cutest droopy face but a serious gambling problem. Spring romps and endless meadow chases, it’s like the ‘The Good, The Bad and The Ugly,’ Spencerville edition.

In the grand, four-legged scheme of things that is our life in Spencerville, Gunner, the unconventional gourmand, lover of boots, and unfathomable fugitive from carrots, steps right into the perfectly filled pawprints of our very own version of the ‘Petfather.’ A perfect amalgam of roguish charm and pet panache, Gunner is the heartthrob and the heartbeat of our Spencerville universe.

The End.