Hey Mom 👋,

Just led a pet detective squad to find Jasper (the canine Houdini, remember?) and saved the day with my trademark wobble-ninja moves! Main Street’s heroes have tails this time 😎. Spencerville’s got a new legend – and she’s texting you right now! Can’t wait to tell you all about it over some Chicken a la Bark.

Tail wags and victory dances,
Brin 🐾✨

The morning sun in Spencerville was warmer than the welcome at The Barkery on a Sunday morning. And there I was, Brinley, legs splayed in imperfect symmetry, taking in the sights and sounds of Main Street when the news hit me – Jasper was missing.

Missing! That’s a heavy word in Spencerville. Like when you’re missing a crucial ingredient for Chicken a la Bark at Fishy Bites. Completely throws off your day.

But let me back up a paw-step. Jasper’s not your regular Collie-mix; that guy is the Houdini of hide and seek. So, when Tiggy panted over with the info that he’d last been seen snuffling around Upper Black Bulldog Bay and hadn’t been seen since last nightfall, well, it raised every hair on my skinny back.

This kind of thing takes stealth, smarts, and probably an over-inflated sense of confidence—so naturally, I was in. And I knew exactly who to recruit for such an escapade. I put out the bark – Elizabeth, queen of wit with a meow that could charm a bulldog; Daphne, with a twitchy nose that could sniff out gourmet cheese under an inch of Spencerville soil; and Tiggy, whose track record for sniffing out trouble was as good as mine for sniffing out chicken.

We met outside Golden Gate Gardens, which everyone knows is code for “Let’s get down to business.”

“Alright, gang,” I started, wobbling excitedly, “Operation Find Jasper is commencing. This will require all of our combined skills—stealth, nose work, and the ever-important art of distraction.”

Daphne twitched her ears in anticipation. “What’s the plan?”

I sashayed forward, tripping over a pebble but playing it off like a new dance move. “First, we scope out the last known whereabouts. Elizabeth, you’ll use that charm to interview the locals. Tiggy, you’re on sniff-duty. Daphne, surveillance. Eyes like a hawk, that one.”

“What about you, Brinley?” Elizabeth purred, seamlessly blending irony and concern.

“I,” I declared with a dramatic pause, letting the word dangle in the air like a treat just out of reach, “am the distraction. Because who could ignore this?”

There really wasn’t anything, or anyone, quite like me, if I say so myself. Eyes would follow my unique prance-cum-wobble as I traversed the pathways, making me the perfect decoy.

We split up, a symphony of paws and feet working in harmony. The whole operation was smoother than the peanut butter at Ruff-n-Ready.

As Elizabeth worked her feline wiles on the locals, Tiggy’s nose was to the ground faster than you can say “Spa for Paws deep tissue massage.” And as for Daphne, well, she was scanning the scene like a hawk. Literally. I hadn’t actually been too far off with that metaphor.

A rustling near Fawn Pug Palace caught Tiggy’s attention; Daphne confirmed movement in the bushes. I did my part, staging a dramatic bout of the zoomies, legs akimbo, drawing all eyes to me.

Finally, amid the chuckles and coos at my legs’ unconventional ballet, Tiggy let out a low growl. Behind the Pug Palace, in an overgrown alley by The Wagging Tail Bookstore, we found him. Jasper, stuck in a crate, lured by the promise of unlimited belly rubs and bottomless kibble.

The rescue was as thrilling as seeing the “closed” sign flipped to “open” at The Barkery. And as we strutted back to the heart of Spencerville, Jasper nuzzling each of us in gratitude, I knew that today we’d done more than just save a friend—we’d solidified the legend of the most dapperly wobbly Italian Greyhound and her intrepid crew as the unsung heroes of Spencerville.

Because in this nearly perfect place, it wasn’t just about waiting to be reunited with loved ones. It was about the chase, the laughs, the chicken-flavored victories, and, yeah, the occasional citrus-flavored defeat. It was about living—and walking—like the stories were true and the legends, particularly mine, were to be continued…

Cue the sunglasses and epic theme music.

The End.