“Yo fam, it’s your Rocky the Rascal. Been having a mad time at Pawsburg; think doggy wonderland with ’round the clock parties & treats. Met Duchess, cute gal with a bark that could outsing Beyonce. We ate sushi (mmm, sardines…ugh, celery!), shopped for snazzy scarfs & bandanas, spa’d it up and dined fine! Now, a wee bit food-coma-ish but all’s good in the hood. Always up for more, catch ya when home. Ruff!”

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They say Manhattan has some otherworldish joint, a secret society sort of place – The Pawsburg – only accessible to the fraternity of dogs when our humans are out on their business or snoring away to glory. I mean, talk about dog luxury! And boy oh boy, do I have stories from that place:

Last Tuesday, when my human decided to brave the traffic and those fluttering pigeons for an awfully early meeting and I was in Pawsburg faster than Whiskers could bat his kitty eye. Now this place, it is not your regular run-of-the-mill doggie hangout joint. No, sir.

First off, we’ve got Tan Dalmatian Desert, a place to roll around and play hide and seek without a care in the world – kind of like my red rubber ball but with less chewiness. There I met Duchess, my gal pal, whose bark resonates like Beyonce’s halo in a concert. We exchanged play bows, did our sniffy greetings and scampered off to North Chihuahua Castle, where these Chihuahua guards bit the air instead of us and trust me, the view was the stuff of dreams.

I insisted on trying out The Cat’s Meow Sushi because, you know, Whiskers. The sardine sushi, oh fur goodness sake, it was divine! But as life goes, everything was not covered in peanut butter. We were served celery garnish, celery! You’d think they’d know better. I mean, who in the dog universe likes celery?!

Recovering from our culinary disaster, we trotted off to The Snooty Snout Boutique, an absolute must for any pooch with a penchant for haute couture. Duchess tried on a feathery scarf while I just couldn’t resist the charm of a striped bandana, it was practically begging me to take it for a walk.

At the Spa for Paws, we relaxed; well not before Duchess snarled at a beefcake of a bulldog who tried to steal her spa spot. Funniest cheese and biscuits, that was. We even posed for a photo at Best in Show Photography, my bandana and Duchess’ scarf earning us extra treats from the photographer who simply adored us.

By the time we devoured some drool-worthy veal at Bone Appetit, or was it K9 Kebabs? I just couldn’t remember right, blame it on the food coma. The banter among my fellow brethren, the lights, the colours, and the wag-worthy aroma permeating the evening air – it was simply magic.

Now, the morning was peeping, the human would be awake and Pawsburg, like every day, would have to wait until tomorrow. I took one longing look at this paradise, ball still in my mouth – always ready for another adventure in a town that was undeniably doggos’ best kept secret. Talk about a ruff life!

The End.