Hey there,

It’s me, Sage, your four-legged miscreant and the unspoken kingpin of Spencerville. Apart from chasing butterflies with my partner-in-crime, Copper, I’m mastering the fine arts of peanut butter appreciation and shaking off my fear of thunder (Work in progress!).

Your ‘Petfather’ is off to another tug-of-war match with my battle-worn football. Remember, in our meadow, each day is a saga of hilarious escapades and grand feasts!

Wags and woofs!
Sage, the Canine Don.

Listen to the story here

Once you see Sage, our resident Golden Retriever standing proud and regal with hazel eyes gleaming of joy and a fair share of mischief, you’d understand why he’s the unspoken kingpin of our beloved Spencerville.

Gold-dappled Gallagher’s Meadow was our palace. Sprawling and sun-kissed, with dewy grass underpaw – it was a sight to see, especially with Sage there, rollicking in the green, chasing the flighty butterflies, a sight that would have you believe he was still the sprightly pup of yesteryears.

His partner in crime? The affable and shabby Border Collie – Copper. Closer than blood, the two were a sight, mate. Mucking about, causing quite a ruckus, these two sure lived it up!

But wait, don’t suppose it was all rainbows and butterflies. Our lad Sage had a nemesis too, had him shaking in his paws he did – the fearsome thunder! There he’d be, the brave chieftain of Spencerville, trembling beneath the couch till the sound of his monstrous adversary receded. Quite the oxymoron our chap was!

Now, if you’re wondering about our Sage’s palette, well it was as wide as the green pastures of Spencerville. Kibble or steak, he would wolf it down. But his real soft spot was for some good old sticky peanut butter. The whiff of sweet and nutty, that’s what got him dancing on his paws. The sight was blooming comical!

Then there was his constant sidekick, a scruffy old football. Seen better days, it had. But to our Sage, it was the trophy from his countless victories on the gallant fields of Gallagher’s Meadow. His days filled with stomping games of tug-of-war with Copper, feasting on peanut butter delicacies and lounging around the meadow weren’t just routines. The tales spun around these were timeless saga of hilarity, friendship, and a life well lived.

All said and done, that’s our Sage, a heart full of love, the shadowy pet mobster of Spencerville, dealing with the drama of life while ruling his empire! ‘The Petfather’ we call him with a chuckle, the supreme canine don in the paradise of pets.

The End.