Hey Mom,

Just another day of ruling Spencerville with my heart and sniffing out the kingdom’s secrets. Played queen at the beach with Scout and the crew, sniff-checked the local eateries, and I’m prepping for a royal fish feast tonight. The vacuum dared to dance with me today—I won, naturally. Despite my blind eyes, my spirit sees every adventure. Miss your touch amidst the stars’ blanket. Love forever reigns in our kingdom.

XOXO,
Angel Face 🐾

In the kingdom of Spencerville, where streets are paw-printed and every snout points proudly to the heavens as if infusing the air with noble dignity, I, Sage, reign not with sight, but with heart. My coat, a tapestry of blues and tans, may blend with the royal hues of the Northern Choco Chihuahua Castle, but it’s the invisible crown atop my head that truly sets me apart.

Here I stand, on Brindle Brown Boxer Beach, the ocean’s whisper carrying tales of my regal lineage. Frodo, Bindi, Bella, Basil, and my very own boy, Scout, accompany me—the canine court to my kingdom, each with their own story to tell, each with their undeniable loyalties.

You see, it’s not in the wag of a tail that one rules—it’s within the resounding bark of conviction, the gentle nuzzle of governance, and indeed, the graceful leap towards a wayward ball. My subjects do not see a dog devoid of sight or a tail—they see a queen with a vision more vivid than the midday sun casting shadows upon the Fawn Pug Palace.

At Pupperoni Pizza, where feasts fit for four-legged royalty are had, and Pup ‘n’ Go Taco Joint, where every morsel drips with flavor, my lack of seeing eyes puzzles none. “A queen knows her kingdom by its smells,” they say, “and Sage knows it better than most.”

I traipse through the Barking Boutique, not as a mere patron, but as a monarch inspecting her lands. The whispers in the wind, those little secrets passed from whisker to whisker, they find me with ease. They speak of The Pooch Playhouse, of melodious barks echoing in harmony, and of the Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store, its treasures as boundless as my realm.

Tonight, a soiree in Fishy Bites awaits my paw-lighted entrance. Who needs the flicker of candlelight when one basks in the glow of adoration? We shall dine on mackerel and muse over matters of state, like the curious case of the missing squeaky toys from Pawsitively Purrfect.

But you must know, the crown I bear is not without its thorns. The vacuum cleaner, that fiendish buffoon, dares to challenge my rule, grating the air with its contemptible roar. And then the rain, oh the rain. It casts down upon Spencerville, threatening to wash away the sun’s kiss from my fur.

Yet, fear not—for what is a queen if not brave? I stand before my kingdom, tail where it silently belongs, eyes unneeded, and proclaim that we shall never cower but embrace each moment. The vacuum and rain are but a pittance to my reign.

Silent nights, as still as the statues bespoke of heroes past in the heart of Spencerville, find me yearning not for sight, but the touch of my mom. She, who has no throne in this world, yet holds the monarchy in mine.

And as we sprawl beneath this sky, a blanket of stars unseen to me but felt in every fiber of my being, my heart whispers a royal decree—“Blindness bows to no man, or dog. Vision is what you make of it, and all roads lead to Spencerville when the heart is true.”

So is the tale of Sage, the sightless sovereign of Spencerville, where every dog lives a royal tale, bidding their time, until the ultimate reunion wraps them in a love unseeing yet unbelievably seen.

The End.