Hey Mom! 🐾

Just wanted to tell you I’ve become Pawsburgh’s unofficial detective! I’ve been sniffing out real spectral tails, turned out to be a lost pupper turned ghost by just a trick of light (can you believe it?!). Wrapped up the case with some Goldfish Crackers and a sunbath. Call me Squeeze, the puppy PI. Who knew our walks were just practice for my grand adventures?

Catch you on the fluff side! 🕵️‍♀️

~ Squeeze (aka Peasie Pies)

Am I awake? This familiar sensation washes over me – the air is rife with the ineffable fragrance of wonder and whispers of adventure. We American Pocket Bullies are not quite what you’d call morning dogs, but in Pawsburgh, the promise of the unknown has a way of stirring even the most deeply slumbering spirits.

I glance at my human, still lost in dreams of… what do humans dream of? Endless walks? Infinite treats? My thoughts are interrupted by my own excitement. The Bee Ball lies tauntingly still by the bedside, an unmistakable invite to the day’s escapades.

Slipping out with the stealth of a seasoned spy – yet another one of my countless talents – I pause to reassess. The vacuum (Drat! That petulant beast!) has been tucked away in the closet. All clear.

I venture into the magical realm that exists in parallel to our human companions’ world, dappled with the soft glow of daybreak. There’s Emerald Eskimo Estuary, as alive as ever, glistening with the first touch of sunlight. But that’s not my aim today. No, my friends, something peculiar’s afoot.

Now, you must understand, Pawsburgh isn’t just fun and games. We’ve got our mysteries, our inexplicable phenomena. “That’s just the wind,” the elders would say. But I know better. We play in the supernatural sandbox, meddling in matters as absurd as a bone buried without a map.

I pace towards The Groom Room, my reflection a tiny juggernaut of determination. My shyness sidles away when truth is at stake. Word ‘round Shar-Pei Shores is of a spectral tail, wagging free of any earthly canine. Folks are barking about a Haunting Hound, a tale as slippery as a wet mealtime bowl.

After a brief tussle with a reflective surface (Who’s this impostor mirroring my every move? Never mind, rally forth, Squeeze!) I rendezvous with Gracie, George, Carmen, Deedge, and Sammie at Doggie Diner. Pre-investigation stomach-filling is crucial. The others are gabbling excitedly, but I – I am the silent focus in the eye of the puppy storm.

“Goldfish Crackers!” The server offers me a bowl of the little orange delicacies. Could life be better? Yes. A Goldfish Cracker in every mouthful. But now, duty calls.

We set out to Cocker Courtyard, the last known whereabouts of this ghastly apparition. I rally my cohort with a bark that’d make a drill sergeant proud. Along the way, I can’t help but indulge in a sunbathing break. It’s like charging one’s batteries, if you will, before the great unknown.

“Did you hear that?” whispers Sammie, his ears perked in alarm. A rustling… a panting… a presence. Before we can so much as sniff, a translucent tail vanishes around the corner of Sniffer’s Sandwiches. Spectral indeed. But we’re on the case faster than a pup on a postman.

Now, your average dog might yelp. Not us. We’re the embodiment of canine courage, the embodiment of… What’s this now? Gracie’s distracted by a butterfly, absolutely delightful… But stay the course, Squeeze!

We’ve all heard the tales, brushed them off like an irksome flea. But here, in Sniffer’s alley, stands not the Haunting Hound but a frail, shivering pup, lost – a trick of the light had turned him specter. It seems even Pawsburgh is not exempt from simple misunderstandings.

And thus, the mystery dissolves, as do all phantoms in the light of truth. With new friend in tow, I savor the triumph. This pup, reunited with his family, becomes the joyous echo in a place of endless echoes.

That’s Pawsburgh for you, as seen through the eyes – the striking green eyes – of yours truly, Squeeze. I’ll return to my unsuspecting human soon with tails to tell, but for now, I leave no stone unturned, no plush toy un-thrown, no mystery unsolved. Adventure is, after all, just another word for home.

The End.

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