Hey Mom,
Just survived a wild adventure on Serendipity Island with Izzy and Bella. No steakhouse or Bulldog’s BBQ, but plenty of coconut dining and mud spas. Missed civilized life, but hey, I’m rocking stranded chic! Now I’m appreciating home more than ever – especially baths. Pawsburgh, never leave me again.
Love, Beauty 🐾

Oh, honey, let me tell you about the time I was less ‘Beauty, the Canine of Character,’ and more ‘Beauty, the Survivor of Serendipity Island’—I know, sounds like a reality show you’d binge on Saturday with a tub of peanut butter-flavored ice cream. It all started when Izzy, Bella, and I planned a girls’ day at Cavalier Cove in Pawsburgh. You know, splash in the waves, chase some tails, the whole nine yards.

We arrived, the sun kissing our coats with golden warmth, when this mega gush of wind shoved us right off the map—like, literally, we fell off Pawsburgh and into the unknown. We landed on this island that was basically the VIP lounge of nowhere. Kind of like when you end up at a party you were not dressed for, and there’s no cell reception for your escape ride.

First things first: shelter. My humans have this joke that if I were ever in a shipwreck, I’d be the type to organize a brunch. And sweetie, they’re not wrong. Bella, the nocturnal diva, suggested we crash at Bloodhound Bluffs—it sounded ominous, but the view? Instagram-worthy. How does a furball even survive without posting a single story, right?

Water was another thing. Sapphire Schnauzer Street back home is close to Setter’s Steakhouse where the water bowls are fresher than the gossips in The Canine Cafe, but this island had Zip. Zilch. Nada. So picture this: three doggos sniffing around like lunatics for a mud puddle, while I’m trying to convince them it’s just an all-natural spa day. I mean, who needs a filter when you have mud?

Food, ugh, there was no Bulldog’s BBQ—can you imagine the sheer horror? No slow-cooked ribs, just coconuts dropping like the bass at a Spaniel Spaghetti dance party. Izzy, the smarty-pants, turned those coconuts into a three-course meal. I couldn’t decide if it was pitiful or Pinterest-cute. And let me whisper a little secret, none of that biz met my ‘distinguished palate’—I was considering a coconut detox until I remembered I’m not a catwalk model.

Speaking of which, no cats, which was a nice bonus—although I kinda missed the disdainful stares; it’s like they give you the energy to be the better being. The vacuum monster was also but a distance memory, which was fine by me—I mean, I’d choose coconut gnawing over that ear-shattering, world-devouring contraption any day.

But alone on a drama-filled island, with my buddies, I still felt the sting of loneliness, like when you watch a rom-com solo. We were a trio of castaways with only ghost crabs as extras. It was Bella who kept our spirits like kites in a tailwind—she’d bound up to me, tail doing the helicopter, and say something like, “At least we’re rocking the stranded chic look!”

After what felt like forever, but was probably just dramatic dog time distortion, we were found by Pawsburgians on Cavalier Cove’s monthly ‘Lost Dogs’ Rescue Expedition.’ I know, that’s actually a thing. As we returned to Pawsburgh through the warm embrace of familiar scents and the collective sighs of content canines, I realized something. My heart, destined for togetherness, had proven itself capable of more than just cuddles and playtime—it was filled with the tenacity of a survivor.

So there I was again, treading the walkways of The Snooty Snout Boutique like a queen, telling this tale—with a little embellishment here and there, you know, for flavor. And let me tell you, I’ll take a good ear-cleaning any day over another surprise island adventure. There’s something about home that makes you appreciate the little things, like a well-positioned fire hydrant or a cozy nook shared with friends.

And baths? Honey, after that escapade, let’s just say I was first in line at the tub, ready for my close-up. Because if there’s one thing Beauty knows best, it’s that there’s no place like the hubbub of Pawsburgh to truly feel alive.

The End.

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