Hey fam,

Just wrapped up another Epic tail (pun intended) in Spencerville. Embarked on a rescue mission for my beloved hedgehog toy, and turned out to be more of a party than a peril. Made memories with furry friends, dined on delights, and left tracks in the heart of doggie paradise. Life’s a wag, and I’m the tale-spinner – all in a day’s work for Roberto Gordon Gau, the Beagle with flair!

Catch ya on the flip side,
Chicken Nugget 🐾✨

Once upon a time in the mystical town of Spencerville, where the streets are paved with bones and the fire hydrants never run dry, I found myself savoring the lap of luxury that only a canine paradise could provide. You know me, I’m Roberto Gordon Gau—you can call me Gordon—and I’ve got a tale that’s as curved as my wagging tail.

This isn’t just another yarn about fetching sticks or chasing one’s tail; it’s a fairy tale retelling, with a dash of elegance and a sprinkle of sass that would make a cat wink in approval. Imagine a speckled muzzle and wonder-filled brown eyes; ears that could sweep the clouds from the sky and a nose that knows how to find trouble—or at least the tastiest snack within a sniff’s distance.

My story begins not with “Once upon a time,” but rather, “Once upon a meadow,” for it was in the heart of Cream Maltese Meadow where I, with my dapper tri-color coat that’s as sharp as a three-piece suit, decided to have my own spin on the classic tales we all know.

Picture this: a noble beagle seeks an adventure of the most tantalizing kind. No dragon guarding a tower. No, that wouldn’t do. Instead, Retriever River glistened in the distance, a place where reflections told tales more magical than any mirror on the wall could conjure. It was said to wash away all sense of time, and who wouldn’t want that? But what is a hero’s quest without a purpose?

Alas, my trusty pink hedgehog, a companion more loyal than any sword or shield, had gone missing. The last time it was seen, it was accompanying a fluffy pup with an overbite entering Tail Waggers, the finest eatery in all of Spencerville. They say their bone-broth bisque is to die for—and I wasn’t planning on doing piecemeal detective work, but for my cherished hedgehog? I’d sniff out any caper.

So off I trotted, my tail steering me through the bustling town, passing by Pawsome Pancakes, where the scents of liver and bananas could lure even the most uppity of felines. But this was no time for detours, no time for the Doggie Daycare, despite the laughter and barks that sang the songs of endless merriment.

As I neared Golden Gate Gardens, the hound in me conjured images of delightful schemes: roguish raids through Spa for Paws, a heist in The Tail Wagger’s Tailor perhaps? Ah, but those were escapades for another day. Today, I was on a noble quest—a rescue mission!

Now, every story has its twist, doesn’t it? In my case, I found my hedgehog, not in peril, but rather having its own fairy tale moment atop a sumptuous velvet cushion at Tail Waggers. Was it stolen, or did it seek its own adventure? My snout never lies, and it told me this was no run-of-the-mill hedgehognapping.

We had found warmth in the fellowship of Cede and Lexi, those sagacious bassets, and merriment with my beagle pack, Abby, Emma, and Quincy. We certainly didn’t need rescuing from the charm of Spencerville, but even in paradise, one must feel useful, mustn’t they? If not, you’re just another pooch lying in the sun, watching the world wag by, and where’s the tale in that?

So I slid up to my faithful friend, and with a nudge of my nose and the sort of charm that could make kibble taste like steak, I prompted the start of another chapter. Together, hedgehog in mouth, we ambled back through sunlit streets, framing our own “ever after” amidst Spencerville’s endless joys—an anecdote for the ages, a little cheeky, a little profound, all wrapped up in the floppy-eared beauty of a beagle’s life.

And isn’t that just the kind of story we all long for? A simple stroll turned epic, a day in the life turned legend. So here’s to the small adventures that fill our days, to friendships that endure beyond the last page, and to the wait—for reunion, for love, for the final wag of the tail that tells us we’ve come home.

The End.