Heyo! Just a quick tail wave from me, Mollyanna, or “The Shorkie Chrononaut” as I’m now known! 🐾 I’ve been timetailing – think canine Doctor Who with less TARDIS and more tail wagging. Found myself chasing history’s frisbee from the first dog park to the paws of ancient pharaohs. I missed our chicken nuggies and am totally over fish dinners. Can’t wait to plot our anti-vacuum strategies and share more belly rubs. Spoiler: Home’s still the best. Time for cuddles and dreams, eh pal? 🐕💤 – Molls

Ever since Capicino, my boisterous brother-in-spirit, began recounting his nightly escapades in Pawsburgh, I’ve had a peculiar itch behind my ear – the kind that whispers of time-worn cobblestones and shadowed alleys flickering with the ghosts of a thousand tails. So, when he dozed off in our squishmellow abode last night, as the clock struck the hour when humans snore in their own nests, I whisked myself away on an adventure, an escapade that danced through time like the stars across the sky.

The journey began at the Pawfect Training Center, where dogs bend the limits of time as easily as fetching a stick; or in Capicino’s case, stealing my favourite squeaky giraffe. With my little heart humming the tune of excitement and my paws tingling with nerves, I was chosen. Yes, picture this: little Mollyanna, with the brave heart and soft exterior, chosen to tiptoe across the centuries.

My first destination wasn’t grand. No, no palaces or pyramids for me. It was a simpler time, a field of green where I bounded over and under and through. I was a blur of black and tan, and the wind was my playmate. It was the dog park. Not the one from down the lane but the very first, where dogs of yore christened play with their very first fetch.

History never smelled so fresh.

Yet, I yearned for home. For a ‘chicken nuggie’ from Bark-n-Bite Bistro. For a hushed moment in Capicino’s company, as we plot against our common enemy, the vacuum cleaner. Oh, the thrill of the silent mission as we stealthily… Oh right, the story.

From scent-laden fields, I bounded next to Eskimo Estuary in the heart of Pawsburgh, now frosted under a blanket of timelessness. Hollowed out igloos hummed tales of wagging ancestors. Each icicle held a note of history, playing a melody only dogs could hear.

But I… I felt a nibble of homesickness. For you see, when you’re untethered from the now, the taste of home grows sweeter with remembrance. I missed the scratch behind the ears, the warmth of my bed, the promise of companionship ever-present in Capicino’s rambunctious tug-of-war.

Then, in a burst of pure Mollyanna wit, the path spiraled me to the shadow of pyramids and pharaohs, where a bazaar of scents struck my senses with ancient allure. Canines of antiquity exchanged knowing glances, their whispers woven into the desert winds.

But none tempted me as much as the thought of Chihuahua’s Chimichangas, that spicy aroma that twisted my nose with longing. Even the thought of fish, that disdainful offering, seemed palatable under the numbing blanket of nostalgia.

So, with the courage of a thousand pups, I wished upon a star called ‘Now’ and felt the fabric of time warp around me. And there it was, the gentle brush of present-day air, the familiar hum of the ceiling fan – and the undeniable stench of an unsavory bath awaiting my return.

There I was, nestled back in Capicino’s tail-whipping delight, snuggled in the softness of my bed, recounting tales of time and space. The truth etched in every wag, every wide-eyed recount, was that no matter how far a Shorkie like me could wander across the epochs…

Pawsburgh was mere paw steps away. And so was home, with its pesky vacuums, unsavory fish, and my sibling-in-chaos. After all, what’s a little time-traveling to a loyal heart like mine?

“Capicino,” I whispered with the night quivering around me, “next time, we steal the Tardis together…” And with that, I fell into dreams deeper than all the sands of Egypt, chased by the laughter of a past that was ever so present.

The End.

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