Hey, just wanted to drop you a tail’s tale: I, Hudson a.k.a. the Cosmic Canine, have just scrubbed my paw prints into the annals of Dogulon Prime! From cavorting beneath celestial oaks to sniffing out galactic mysteries with Bella and Max, I’ve been summoned to heroism among the stars. We’ve dined on the finest kibble under moons, and now we’re setting our snouts towards otherworldly adventures. Hold onto your leashes, ’cause where we’re going, we don’t need dog parks. 🐾✨🚀 – Huds

Ah, yes, the proverbial cat, er… dog, is out of the bag—at least in Pawsburgh, that mystical town where our four-legged furry friends frolic freely. Me? I’m Hudson, a Chocolate Labrador Retriever with a passion for adventure and an appetite for life—well, and chicken.

But where was I? Ah, the story. Picture this: Pawsburgh, in the unseen galaxy of Dogulon Prime, where every hydrant is a nebula and every squirrel a comet whizzing by. It’s just past the Milk Bone Meteor Showers, and I’m sprawled beneath my beloved celestial oak in the heart of Cavalier Cove, wondering if I could fish a star out of the sky with my tail.

My reverie is broken by a low-pitched howl, the unmistakable signal of Bella, the Beagle with a nose for trouble. I hoist myself up, spots of starlight dancing off my russet coat as I trot towards Pomeranian Park. “Hudson!” Bella pants, gazing at the Bloodhound Bluffs with that ‘I’ve sniffed out a caper’ look she wears so well.

“There’s something afoot, or a paw,” Bella says with a conspirator’s whisper. “Old Bloodhound Ben swore he saw a comet land, shaking the stars and—”

“No time for stargazing,” a voice barks behind me. It’s Max, German Shepherd first class. “We’ve got an unidentified flying treat entering our orbit.”

Together, we dash across the park—me, Hudson, the cavalier space explorer, leading a beagle with a penchant for plots and a shepherd who probably thinks he’s guarding the galaxy. We leap through the thicket, paws thrumming the earth like a symphony of stampeding hearts, until the Bluffs loom over us, and lo and behold—a spaceship, sleek as a Whippet, gleaming under the slice of a crescent moon.

We approach, as though drawn by the hum of interstellar bones, and a hatch slides open, revealing… What’s that smell? Rotisserie chicken! I could pick up that whiff from across the Milky Way. We exchange a look, our tails twitching in unison. Are we about to feast among the constellations?

We amble onboard, the ship alive with light and a hum that vibrates through my very marrow. “Holy smokes,” Max barks as we glide through the cabin, “these extraterrestrials have taste.”

We land in what appears to be the ship’s dining hall, a table set with delights that could make a dog howl sonnets to the moon. Poodle’s Pasta twirls in zero gravity, Wagging Whisk’s finest kibble twinkles like asteroids, and from Paw-lickin’ Pancakes, syrupy rings of Saturn float by. Oh, and no Brussels sprouts in sight—an intergalactic miracle.

We feast, because what else is there to do when presented with doggie delicacies this divine? The testament to our gluttony lies in crumbs that orbit us like comets. Then, it happens—a screen lights up, and a figure appears in a shower of stardust.

“Welcome, noble canines,” the figure intones, a sort of Lassie who’s seen the universe and come back with her enlightenment. “You’ve been summoned because the spirit of adventure runs through your fur, because the galaxy needs heroes—space hounds.”

We exchange a look; the stars twinkle in our eyes—a mission among the stars, nomadic knights of Dogulon Prime. Anecdotal, isn’t it? Like we’ve always done on Earth, we would roam across the vast velvet skies, etching our tails in the tapestry of infinity.

“So,” Max rumbles, “where to first?”

I bark out in laughter, my soulful hazel eyes glowing. “Everywhere and anywhere. As long as there’s chicken, we ride!”

And just like that, riding the cosmic winds and leaving a trail of glee like stardust, an unlikely band of dogonauts set off for adventures beyond the bark, beyond the sniff, into the wondrous expanse we call the great unknown.

The End.