Hey there,

Just your space-exploring Pug, Jensen, here! Living my tail-wagging dream captaining a cosmic fire hydrant-powered starship. Survived a sly slip at Ruff-n-Ready (darn lemons!) and did some fancy swirls in space. We’re more than just pets, we’re petnauts!

Until the next cosmic chicken run,

Captain Pug.

Listen to the story here

As Jensen, I admit, I’m an explorer at heart. Well, that is as long as my exploring doesn’t involve lemons. So when I got the chance to captain the starship Wooftrek, I almost wagged my tail off! You see, the Wooftrek, she’s not your usual spaceship. She’s a beast, clad in shiny metal, powered by cosmic fire hydrants, and equipped with an automatic chicken dispenser.

I began my day as always, snowballing down the Bullmastiff Boardwalk – the plank of pride, as we Pawsburgers call it. With my trusty red squeaky ball snug under my paw, I barked out my orders, my crew of furry friends eager to embark on our next adventure.

“Buddy, Scruff, set the course for the Retriever River in space,” I barked. It was time to visit the interstellar version of our favorite earthly spot. The two nodded, their tails wagging with excitement.

Suddenly, an alarm barked – our ship was running out of snacks at Ruff-n-Ready and Paws-A-Latte! I gave my Crew the ‘Paws Up’ sign to rush into our favorite eateries. Off we scampered, Buddy managing the ship’s supplies while Scruff and I were all about re-stocking the cupboards.

As we left Ruff-n-Ready, I slipped, skidding into Fishy Bites. “Hold onto your tails!” I hollered, skidding right into a giant, luminous bowl of lemons. “Not lemons! Oh, the tanginess, the tartness!”. I might be a brave, space-exploring Pug, but I have my fears, and lemons top that list.

Back at the ship, I ordered a full-speed departure, my paws trembling on the control panel, making us do a ridiculous swirl across the seascape of space. The sight of Brindle Brown Boxer Beach, gleaming with cosmic sand underneath the constellation Canis Major, brought a sense of calm.

“You alright, Captain Pug?” Scruff asked, his eyes showing concern. I nodded, squeezing the squeaky ball for comfort.

Our adventure across the celestial Pawsburg carried on, each episode as thrilling as the next. Whether it was dodging sour asteroids or trying not to drool over the sight of cosmic chickens, we sailed, paw in paw, into the unknown – proving that we were more than just pets. We were petnauts – the brave explorers of the great beyond!

The End.