Hey Dad,

Just another day in Spencerville, chasing tales and wagging tails on the beach and shooting hoops with Teddy and Bella. Spencerville’s a timeout in dog heaven, but not even doggie donuts can outshine thoughts of you. Saving a sunbeam here for us to share someday. Until then, I’m good, sniffing out joy in our wait.

Catch you on the flip side,
Kaiya (a.k.a. Lil Momma) 🐾🏀🌊

I remember the wind, carrying the scent of the ocean mingled with whispers of adventures untold. My first breath in Spencerville inhaled a panorama of wistful memories suspended, and I knew that cushion of longing for Dad was a needle to the heart of every day gone by, every shared chuckle that had rippled into eternity.

The dogs here, they got their own beat—two-step to four-paw hustle. They say it’s a place of waitin’—oh, but the world they’ve carved out of that notion is nothing short of spectacular. Take today; the sun ain’t even peeked, and already South Siberian Summit’s whispering my name, callin’ for a bound of the ol’ beach-bound gal I reckon I am.

Tail Waggers’ aroma tugs at my nostrils with a morning howdy, but the beach—my beach—it’s downright church. One does not ignore a hallowed call. Hymns of the seagulls orchestrate the rhythm for my paws as they pelt across the shoreline. Waves beckon with a secret nudge, and heavens, who am I to deny the divine?

Basketball. The word itself hustles a ripple down my spine. Behold, Upper Collie Canyon, teeming with pups dribbling the day away. But not today. Today it’s ’bout the reunion, see? Teddy, my ol’ bud, whose bark could rival thunder, and Bella, the little one, her energy’s enough to power Spencerville on belly rubs alone.

The Pampered Pooch Salon twinkles in the corner of my eye, a reluctant thought for what’s to come later. But not even the sheen from a hundred brushes could beat the allure of the unwritten. Spencerville’s a canvas for those of us playin’ the waitin’ game.

I’m hare footing toward Doggy Donuts—well, watch out now, here comes Chitown, a chip of a fellow, but with the heart of the mightiest wolf. He’s waggin’ somethin’ fierce while holding court on Mildred the Maltese’s shoulders, living proof that in this town, size ain’t no measure of the soul.

It’s the pulse and pant of life here that grabs ya, this place—they say it’s nearly perfect, a stopover on the journey to forever. The heartache of missing ain’t such a heavy fella when you’re woven into a tapestry of tails and whiskers waitin’ on their humans.

There’s talk ’round the Pup ‘n’ Go Taco Joint, fuel for the bellies of the countless furry philosophers pondering the if and when of love’s return. But look at me, sitting here with my toes buried in the sand that knows my heart, watchin’ as the world twirls in a kaleidoscope of scents and sounds, love and life, death and expectation.

They say I’m missed, and that’s as true as the sky above, but here amid the leaps and chases, I’ve found me a square of peace. Spencerville, it’s the forever home for tails paused mid-wag.

So, I kick back, let the songs of the ocean whisk me away. I reckon I’ll know when the time’s right to reunite when the sea whispers that story’s end. But ’til then, I’ll savor the chicken, dart at the basketballs, and worship the beams of the sun that cradle me in warmth…and promise.

For now, I bask—bask in the echoes of a life lived, and a wait peppered with belly laughs and ear scratches. Yeah, we’re okay here, lying in wait, painting days with dreams of joyous mayhem to come. But hush now, let me tell you ’bout the day when… But that’s a tale for another time.

The End.

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