Hey Mom,

Guess what? Princess Mariposa, a.k.a. Prinnie, is no ordinary pup; I’ve become a tail-wagging, history-sniffing time traveler! From lounging in ancient Egypt to avoiding cheeky camels and inspiring Renaissance artists, turned out those doggy tales of time-travel were more than just fairy stories! Can’t wait to share more adventures (and maybe bring home a historical stick or two). Belly rubs and love,

Prinnie 🐾✨

Once upon a most unusual day, in Spencerville’s heart where all good dogs play, I, Princess Mariposa, curled in Cream Maltese Meadow, basking under a sun just mild and yellow. Yet as I playfully chewed on my trusty sidekick, Missy the hedgehog, a subtle tingling started in my paw, creeping slowly—like the way one tiptoes around a dozing Ozzy, lest his feline paws, so deceptively gentle, swipe in mock fury.

Rumors of time-traveling mutts were as common as the bone-shaped cookies at The Woofy Bakery, but honestly, I’d dismissed such tales for the canine equivalent of fairy tales – densely packed with delight but light on substance, rather like the belly-feel of Doggy Delight’s cheesecake.

Yet here I was, the dignified Princess Mariposa, descendant of royal Papillons, perhap pondering the existential ‘fetch’ of time and space. It all seemed to crystalize when I happened upon the peculiar contraption behind Fetch-N-Bites. It hummed, a sound much like Aunt Heather’s hairdryer on Saturdays, and it beckoned.

Step by timid step, my black ears perked in intrigue, I entered this… what should I call it? A WhiskerBox? A PoodlePod? The interior was stark yet cozy, its walls lined with all manner of leashes and collars, each one shimmering with the potential of unexplored epochs.

I tapped a dainty paw against a curious round lever, effectively a ‘Bark to Start’ button, and what do you know – with a belly-flopping lurch, we were off. The unfolding chaos outside resembled Lucy’s attempts at art: a blur of colors and shapes, frenzied yet somehow, beautiful. In the blink of a canine eye, the meadow outside turned into a Pyramid-scape. Yes, as in Egyptian, as in Sphinxes without the nose jobs.

Perchance you’d assume that a dog with an aversion to pools wouldn’t gel well with the Nile, but minds change – even canine ones. We whisker travelers craft our own paths, no?

A romp through the bazaar, certainly a trespass into the territory of some Sun Hound predecessor of mine, and then a spritely dash from an all-too-amorous camel called Geoffrey – and no, that’s not a euphemism for some kind of Egyptian treat.

I sampled a crunchy treat, suspiciously pea-like in its snap. It was a hit, save for that one attempt with an actual locust. Verdict: too… hoppy.

Time and time again, the PoodlePod took me on escapades through eras. I pranced through medieval times, skirted past a craggy Scottish castle (where the term ‘ruff’ took on a rather highland twang), dabbled with the idea of being a muse for a Renaissance painter who insisted on adding me to his fresco (cheeky fellow thought I’d enjoy the company of winged cherubs).

I’m told of the loneliness that dogs like us are meant to feel—a void left by humans we can no longer lick or nuzzle. But in these travels, each time fold and crease of history gave me new insights, new scents, and a kaleidoscope of friends, be they fellow canine thinkers or oddly cuddly armadillos.

In this dog-eared adventure of the time, I find the singular truth that travel, even across the doggone expanse of time, is nothing without the pawprints you collect, and the tails you wag with friends along the way.

And so, dear friends of Spencerville and beyond, if you chance upon a dappled Papillon who looks like she’s chasing after the hushed whispers of history, know that Princess Mariposa is quite alright. I’m just waiting, in my most unconventional way, for our paths to cross again.

The End.

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