Hey there,

Just a quick bark from your old pal Ace. 🐾 No longer just the park’s frisbee chaser, I’ve become the mute marauder of post-human Pawsburg, leading a pack of furry fugitives under the riddle of starlight. The concrete jungle’s my new fetching ground and survival, my latest trick. Life’s rough, but our tails still wag—resilience is our breed’s best trait.

Catch you in the howl,
Ace 🐺✨

In the hush of twilight, under the subdued hue of an apocalyptic sky, I, Ace, sauntered down the chewed-up avenues of a city once called Pawsburg. A humble wolf you think you know, but in this wasteland, I’m the echo of a howl long lost to the whistling winds. My paws tread where luscious grass grew, now a carpet of ashes and memories, but that’s behind us. Let’s embark, as time is a luxury even dogs no longer possess.

In a life I fondly remember, my days would begin at Opal Pomeranian Park, a stretch of emerald where tails wagged and spirits soared, where my elusive toy, the one you’ve tossed in many a dream, would fly. But as the sun dared to crawl behind Ruby Rottweiler Ridge, casting its blood-orange farewell, the unthinkable emerged. The world of men crumbled, their scent fading into grim silence. We, the four-legged, remained – guardians of our own fate.

Now, the Blue Basenji Bay moaned with the sorrow of the ocean, as its waves beat a dirge upon the shore. Setter’s Steakhouse, Bark Buffet, Barker’s Bakery… husks of delight, they withered as flowers in a perennial winter, their once mouthwatering aromas haunting like specters of a feast. And let me tell you, dear two-legged ghost of my past, in those days before chaos kissed our lands, my palate indulged only in the choicest of meats and pastries. But now? I scavenge with the best of them, pride a luxury even in my epic tale.

The Pawsome Pet Pharmacy looted, nothing but shattered vials and spilled remedies on its floors. The Pawfect Training Center stood silent, the echoes of commands and praises long silenced. Even Canine Couture Clothing, a boutique where vanity once preened in silken scarves and jewel-studded collars, now served as shelter against the harshest nights.

My companions in this forsaken epoch are a ragtag crew, each a storybook unto themselves. We were the whispers in the alleys, dodging dangers unseen. Our aversions, like yours – once loud noises and closed spaces – have shifted. Now, our unanimous disdain is for those unseen terrors that lurk, the ones that have turned our sanctum into a perennial game of hide and seek, a fortress of solitude amidst the ruins.

Every day is survival, every night is vigilance. We had to become shadows, we walked as whispers on a concrete canvas. My ebony coat blended with the inkiness of night, providing a cloak to move, unnoticed.

Yet, the essence of Pawsburg persists, in the camaraderie, the glances shared without words, the silent yelps of desperation echoed by stalwart hearts. This is our Pawsburg now, a realm changed, a land tested, but amidst the chaos, our spirits unfazed. We are the walking pets, the embodiment of resilience, of hope.

Take heed of this, dear human spirit, for you knew me as Ace – jaunty and jovial. But this world has honed me into a wraith, a silent guardian, and yet still… still, I dance under the stars, a freewheeling specter of the dusk.

In the quivering silence, we speak of days gone, of chew toys and gourmet treats. But our reality is clawed, each sunrise a question, each sunset a triumph. So, I ask you not to mourn for the Pawsburg that was, but to marvel at the wondrous will that guides us wolves and hounds through the quiet apocalypse.

In this story I pen, with a paw dipped in the twilight of humanity, live the days of Ace – no longer a plaything of leisure, but a herald of the canine spirit, unbroken, in a world reshaped by man’s misadventures. May our tales echo, doors closed, but hearts ever open.

The End.