Hey fam! 🐾

Just wrapped up another hero’s day at Spencerville Vet – saved a dachshund, wrangled a melodramatic chihuahua, and consoled a confused tabby. Each heartbeat here tells a tale of second chances. Grabbed steak at Bark Burgers (hold the tomatoes 🍅🚫) and patrolled Boxer Beach at dusk. Life’s relentless, but so is this Kees. I’m off to dream of more reunions and wagging tails. Remember, every dog has their day!

Sweet dreams,
Curley ✨🐕

The sun settled in a resplendent blaze across the Shepherd Skyline as I made my way to my shift at Spencerville Veterinary Hospital; a beacon of hope and tender care in a town populated by the dearly departed canines and felines. The early shimmer of dawn was casting silver threads over my dark gray coat, fusing with the light gray and black to give off an ethereal glow, evocative of the mishmash of souls housed in this near-perfect mirage of a town.

Today was not just another trot in the park. Emergencies have the funny habit of erupting like a racquetball zipping out of left field – unpredictable, filled with the adrenaline of the chase, and I, Curley, was bred for days like this. My perky ears caught the murmur of the waking town as I approached the bustling Pug Palace, delivering a wink to the doorman. I took a deep breath, my bright, inquisitive eyes scanning the horizon for the familiar sights of the morning hustle.

I relish the calm before the storm, which today, manifested in a delightful peace that wound through the spine of Spencerville. But peace is for the unaware, and I’m ever perceptive. Beneath the serenity, the day hinted at unraveling tales of drama within the hallowed walls of the veterinary hospital.

The hospital’s double doors swung with a purpose, and I strutted in with my head held high, the embodiment of calm preparedness. The bursts of barks and mewls of my myriad patients filled the air with an urgency, underpinned by the echoes of dedication from the veterinary staff.

“Puddlez! Scrub up,” I barked to my brother-in-arms, motioning with a tilt of my head towards the OR where a dachshund with a suspected case of twisted spleen awaited. His loyalty echoed mine; we were a tribe, a band of healers.

The air was thick with antiseptic and hope as we prepared. It’s in moments like these, under the glare of surgical lights, that I found my zen. My friends on two legs regarded me with awe; there’s no doubting the prowess of a Kees in action, a creature as protective as he is compassionate.

As the day melted into a sequence of life-saving encounters and heart-to-hearts in recovery rooms, I took my breaks at Bark Burgers, indulging my palate with the choicest steak, dismissing the thought of ever having a tomato cross my sense of taste.

The day wore on; the hitches came in bursts. A chihuahua with a flair for the dramatic, a tabby with an identity crisis. Each one, a living testament to the sanctity of survival and the art of fixing what’s been broken.

In the throes of it all, the effervescent pulse of Spencerville drummed through my veins. The town was respite, a harbor where we waited for that eventual reunion with those that loved us most in life. The notion haunted our days like a sweet melody, a promise that lent us the courage to soldier on.

As nightfall embraced Spencerville once again, I patrolled the perimeter of my domain, the sweeping backyard that bordered Boxer Beach. The sound of waves blended with the phantom scratches of Puddlez at our door – memories of lifelong companionship, of trails blazed and love spelled in wet noses and wagging tails.

I returned home to the warm glow of Pup-Tizers, nodding at familiar faces, their stories interwoven with mine in this grand tapestry of afterlife rendezvous. My lofty bed awaited, another day marked by the tireless spirit of a Keeshond who wore his heart on his fur, ready to face tomorrow’s drama with the same indomitable spirit.

And as the whispers of the vacuums died down, replaced by the laughter of reunions in distant dreams, the silence suggested a truth; that every dog has their day, even here in the legendary Spencerville. Now, it’s time to sleep, wrapped in the embrace of a home that’s more than just a waiting room – it’s where my heart resides, untethered yet patient, in the calm of twilight’s lapsing embrace.

The End.