Hey human,

It’s Eddie the Pawsitivo Pug! Today, I took Spencerville by storm, leading a pet band like no other and stealing hearts at the Pet School Musical. We turned our longing for belly rubs and peanut butter into the sweetest melody. Who knew a pug could conduct an orchestra of wagging tails and purrs? Spoiler: we nailed it, and became the heartbeat of our little town. Miss you, but boy, did we make you proud today!

Paw taps and puppy kisses,
Eddie 🐾✨

Morning in Spencerville rolled out like a red carpet for the sun, but not just any sun – a sun that warmed the fur on your back and tickled your belly if you sprawled just right on the porch. Me? I’m Eddie, the pug with the perpetually surprised expression, and today was no ordinary day.

I hurried through my morning routine, which consisted of a serious debate with the mirror about my ears – were they perky or just confused? A waggle here, a squint there, and a breakfast bowl that was sadly devoid of peanut butter (I’ll have a word with The Bark Shak about their menu), I prepared myself for the day ahead. A day that promised drama, music, and… school. But not just any school: Spencerville’s very own pet academy, where four-legged talent was about to unleash.

My ears twitched as I approached the legendary Shih Tzu Stadium, the home of the Spence Serenaders, known to humans as ‘that noisy pet band thing’. Max, my beagle buddy, and Bella, the honey-eyed retiever, already waited for me, their tails wagging in syncopated rhythms that only true friends could understand.

“Guys, it’s happening! We’re forming a band,” I announced with more enthusiasm than a squirrel at a nut festival.

Max’s nose wiggled, a sure sign he was in, while Bella simply tilted her head, her eyes sparkling like they were about to launch into a soliloquy about friendship and dog biscuits.

At first, our collective musical prowess had all the harmony of a cat at a dog party. My virtuoso performance on the rubber chicken was met with mixed reviews, mostly from the uptight persian at The Fetching Feline who just couldn’t appreciate my avant-garde flair.

“But Eddie, the school talent show is just around the corner! We’ve got to get this right!” Bella exclaimed, as though the quality of our music would determine if we’d ever see our humans again. Silly, beautiful Bella.

After several cacophonous attempts that might have accidentally invented a few new genres, we decided upon a pawsitively happy tune, because who could resist the charm of a charismatic pug, a detective-nosed beagle, and a golden guardian angel?

Rehearsals in The Bone Appetit’s back room (they let us use it in exchange for promising not to eat the décor) were filled with as much laughter as music. Mrs. Hargrove would’ve been proud, spectacles slipping down her nose as she chuckled at our antics.

The day of the Spencerville Pet School Musical arrived, and I can’t lie – my heart hammered like a hyper puppy. But when the curtain rose and the spotlights blinded us just right, we saw the entire town of Spencerville in the audience, from Boxer Beach enthusiasts to South Poodle Pond’s elite swimmers.

We played with the force of a thousand belly rubs. Each note, each beat, was for our past lives, for the memories of sun-kissed porches and tails defiantly wagging, for our humans whom we’d one day see again.

As we hit the final chord, the stadium erupted. Howls, purrs, and even the odd squawk filled the air. I stood there, tongue out – perfectly timed, of course – and realized what we’d achieved wasn’t just about music. It was about joy, about expressing the heart of Spencerville, a heart made up of beats from many paws.

Sure, we missed our parents, but right then, in that overwhelming revue of applause, we knew contentment. Because here, in this near-perfect place, we lived a life as grand as any tale. And this? This was just the opening number.

The End.