Hey Mom,

Just your Pawsburgh hero, Penny, checking in! Had a wild night turning snowdogs to life and frolicking under the stars with a magical hat. Made new friends and learned that real treasure is the company of your pack. Home now, warming my paws and thinking of you. Oh, the stories I’ll have for our next walk!

Sweet dreams,
Penny 🐾✨

Listen to the story here

“Ah, let me tell you about the time I, Penny the spectacular Staffy with the nose redder than a clown’s at a birthday bonanza, found myself shouldering the mantle of Pawsburgh’s own Frosty the Snowdog. It’s a tail – I mean, tale – that’ll have you wagging from head to paw!

It was a frosty eve in Pawsburgh when I left the homely lair of my devoted human. With a spring in my step and “Cow” snugly under my arm, I tipped our trusty doorman, a Schnauzer, with a biscuit and ventured into the mystical white wonderland that had enveloped our town. Chestnut Cocker Courtyard glittered under a blanket of fresh snow, and I felt it was time for a bit of dazzle and delight.

Lo and behold, there I was, the cynosure of all eyes, when I stumbled upon a magic silk hat discarded by a haphazard magician, I suspect. A squeeze of peanut butter was still in my fur from a sneaky lick before the escape, infusing it with power unknown. I trotted up to a beautifully sculpted snowdog the townsfolk had crafted, placed the hat atop its head, and that’s when the enchantment took hold. The snowdog blinked its icy lashes and came to life!

The Pawsburgh pups gathered ’round, twirling their tails faster than turning turnstiles. With a jolly ‘Woof!’ our new friend Frosty introduced himself and performed a dance that could rival the best show at The Doggie Daycare. Kids’d love this, I thought, if they could only see it.

Frosty led us – Flip, wearing his best balloon harness, and the rest of the four-legged bunch – on escapades that would make the bravest of the bunch’s fur stand on end. We slid down the slopes of Cavalier Cove, transforming them into sledding central. Frosty would say, “It’s not the fall nor the rise— it’s the sledding that counts, and don’t forget the prize!”

And what was the prize, you ask? Well, Frosty showed us that friendship, just like the best Sniffer’s Sandwiches, is what you need to savor. Not just a quick bite, but the whole meal, maybe even with a side of Rottweiler’s Ribs if the snow wasn’t burying the joint.

At Setter Shore, the magical mutt demonstrated just how to craft the perfect snow-poodle, encouraging us to leave our paw prints of creativity on the blank canvas of snow. There, ‘neath the twinkling stars, I shared tales of backyard kingdoms and confessed my loathing for rain. “It’s like a thousand baths slobbering over you at once,” I grumbled.

Our frosty friend listened with glee as he wove together bonds that would weather any storm – even the ones drenching me to the doghouse.

The night carried on, with Frosty’s antics leaving us howling with laughter. I must say, with certainty, the chilly air was filled more with our merriment than with breath. The stars nodded along to our tales and games, perhaps a bit jealous that they couldn’t romp in the snow too.

When dawn whispered its arrival, Frosty gave us each a wink, his snowy form glistening one last time before the day’s warmth reclaimed him. We all knew he would return with the next dance of delicate flakes, ready to unravel new escapades.

I scampered back home, my heart light, my fur frosted with the night’s memories. As I nestled into my bed, “Cow” and “Lamb” tucked beside me, I thought of the tales I would share with my human – of magic and snow, of friendship and joy – until next we’d meet under Pawsburgh’s spellbinding sky.

That, my human friends, is the joy of Pawsburgh, and as I drift to sleep, think of the magic in your own backyard. It’s there, I promise you, just waiting to be found!”

The End.