Hey there!

Spent another typical Teddy Bear day under the Spencerville stars. Chased crabs at Red Beagle Beach, savored secret donuts, and told tales with my pals Duke and Bella, all while missing our favorite humans. Looking forward to tomorrow’s frosted felonies and seaside adventures!

With bear hugs,
Teddy Bear.

Listen to the story here

It was just as the sun began to retire behind Bullmastiff Boardwalk, and the crickets seized the chance to sing out that I, Teddy Bear, ventured into another gritty, lively escapade in the dusty paths of Spencerville.

The echo of Dog-gone Good BBQ’s last clangin’, for the closing hours, initiated my evening parade. A moonlight serenade beneath the fabled Spencerville sky, where the stars throw a thousand twinkling winks in hushed whispers to the inhabitants. My pack knew the drill. Duke, the glory of German Shepherds, but as quick-paced as a loaded wagon attempting a hill climb, and Bella, well, she thinks she’s prissy enough to pass for a debutante at the annual hound hoedown.

Lost in the Motley Crusade, my rainbow-striped Frisbee, a symbol of battles won and foes chased, clasped resolute in my jaws, my coat a golden mystery beneath the placid twilight, only my obsidian eyes, glimmering with a foreseeable mischief visible. We were headed to Red Beagle Beach, my heart pounding greetings to the rhythmic splashing of the waves. Salty air tangled my golden locks, but that’s a risk I was well prepared to take.

Midnight struck into the heart of Spencerville with its soft hush. But the chow Davy Jones, the one-stop-shop for furry bellies, did a moonlight flit, played eerie waltzes to my growling stomach. Droplets of Doggy Donuts’ unpalatable bliss caressing my taste buds, intoxicating as the alluring aroma of Martha’s cooked chicken. My nose remembered the scent, fond and nostalgic, yet here it was tinged with a twinning of dread of the carrot- that abhorrent orange imposter she’d weave into my meals.

It was indeed a Symphony of Oddities, a cosmic play unfolding as I tumbled across the moist sand grains, chasing an elusive ghost-crab, Frisbee forgotten for the isle’s wonders. We sat united, my gang and I, under the giants of the Spencerville starscape, sharing stories and frosted donuts savored in secrecy from Duke, he’s got a problem with his portions, that boy.

The steepled church, a mere silhouette in the night, echoed a solemn song – a promise of fantastical tomorrow’s that lay wait, ready to be rewritten by Teddy Bear, Duke, and Bella. Yet we knew, in the core of our beings, that missing our human counterparts was part of this unmatched perfection of Spencerville. Grounded in the knowledge that our reunion will be sweeter than any frosted donut ever consumed or any wave ever chased. We were the stories Spencerville whispered into the winds, the tales told in laughter and growls around Dog-gone Good BBQ. And that was enough. We were enough.

So, that’s another day in the chronicles of Teddy Bear of Spencerville – a day of chase, a night of camaraderie infused with frosted felonies, and tales spun and woven under an armada of stars. Here’s to tomorrow.

The End.

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