Hey Mom,

Went full Sherlock Bones in Pawsburgh last night – uncovered the secret of the ‘Essence de Squirrel’. Quite the tail, but some mysteries are better left unsolved. The city lights have nothing on the sparkle of adventure with Scout and Luna. Also, I managed to resist the Bark-n-Bite Bistro… mostly. More tales to come!

Woof and wags,
Timber 🐾

Under the silver kiss of moonlight, I, Timber with the twilight mark, find my paws itching for the cobblestones of Pawsburgh, the clandestine wonder that hums beneath the lullabies sung by the stars. It’s where I ditch the snoring tranquility of my human’s house for a more… supernatural flavor of excitement.

Tonight, the city’s shimmering allure pulls me towards Shiba Inlet. My friends Scout and Luna are due to be my wing-pups in tonight’s escapades, promised as they are to be more thrilling than a belly rub marathon.

“You ready for this, Timber?” Scout’s voice is as animated as his tail, his ears perked with anticipation.

I offer him a smirk, “Born ready, my friend.”

My furry squad and I trot down the streets with purpose, beneath the banners and signposts that swirl with a life of their own—Topaz Terrier Town a glitter to our left, Pyrenean Peak a majestic silhouette to our right.

We don’t have to trot far before the scent of something irresponsibly savory lures us towards Bark-n-Bite Bistro. But alas, chicken – that glorious indulgence – isn’t on tonight’s agenda. Duty beckons, and sometimes duty is blander than pea kibble.

It’s Luna who herds us away from temptation, her stature towering, her voice the embodiment of composure. “Adventurers, we’ve a mystery to solve.”

See, in Pawsburgh, ‘strange’ is regular, but tonight’s conundrum has the whispers winding through the wagging tails of this doggy domain. The Pampered Pooch Salon’s newest perfume, ‘Essence de Squirrel’, has gone missing—vanished without so much as a stray whiff.

“That’s not just any scent,” I mumble, “it’s rumored to contain an actual, yet ethereal, squirrel tail essence!”

Scout tilts his head, his eyes widening. “Whoa. That’s intense.”

“Shall we commence?” Luna posits, her stern tone offset by a tongue playfully lolling.

We make for The Pampered Pooch—if you can call our meandering stealth ‘making haste.’ Scout’s mastered the art of slinking in one’s own peculiar way—a distracting tango that’s more about flair than finesse.

“I’ve heard strange noises around here at night,” a scruffy Terrier confides to me, passing by with a suspicious glance.

“I thought it was just street cats,” I muse aloud, my investigative senses tingling.

The Howling Husky Hardware Store looms ahead and I can’t shake the nagging thought: could our answer lie where hammers and bones cohabit? Could something so mundane hold the key to our enigmatic twilight chase?

Eyes sharp, ears sharper; Luna, Scout and I circle the premises, our demeanors serious, professional—until a rubber ball rolls past, vibrant as a call to play.

“Not now,” I growl to Scout, who looks a heartbeat away from ditching our mission for childish antics. I can’t fault him; my own heart dances to that rubber ball’s siren song.

Suddenly, from the shadows of the hardware store—an otherworldly glow. Not bright, not harsh, but a soft, pulsing blue that feels… alive.

We inch closer, a symphony of synchronized sniffing underscoring our approach. There, behind the racks of wrenches, beside the boulevard of birdhouses—a glowing orb, and floating within it, ‘Essence de Squirrel’.

“It’s… it’s beautiful,” Luna intones, eyes reflecting the spectral light.

“This must be why the squirrels have been so quiet lately,” Scout barks, only half-joking.

I reach out with a cautious paw, feeling the pull of something beyond the norm—maybe even the paranormal. The orb quivers, then bursts—releasing the fragrance into the night, stealing the aroma of chicken away on its flight.

We exchange glances, no words needed, each of us silently agreeing to let this one remain an unsolved mystery. After all, who were we to unravel the delightful enigmas of Pawsburgh?

As we saunter back into the gentle fold of dawn, I think of my rubber ball and the unspoken stories that fill my fur—and I smile, knowing today holds another adventure, fresh as the morning breeze itself.

The End.