Hey fam, it’s Lucky! 🐩 Got caught in a pawsome adventure today. Stumbled upon fish defying gravity at Blue Basenji Bay, faced an earth chuckle, and teamed up with Max and Bella. Oh, and met a talking squirrel with a portal! Pawsburgh’s fate is in our paws now. Wish us luck, gonna save the town after a slice of Meat Lovers’. 🍕 Adventure’s barking, time to answer! 🐾✨

Tail wags and face licks,
Lucky

I’m Lucky, trust me, the name fits. Just a white poodle with a zest for life and a slight disdain for collars, which are basically the neckties of the canine world. Today was a day like any other at first – my human had just scampered off to work, leaving behind the scent of haste and cheap perfume. Perfect timing for a jaunt to Pawsburgh.

Papillon Promenade had never looked so enticing. I pranced my way down its cobbled path, my ears a-flutter and my tail conducting an invisible orchestra. I met Max, the Beagle with a bark louder than his bite, who pretended not to care.

“Hey, Lucky,” he grunted, half-buried in his own version of a Sudoku puzzle, a bone with an intricate pattern of bite marks.

I smiled, the wind shifting my fluffy fur in a rather dramatic fashion. “Morning, Max. You crack the code yet?”

He rolled his eyes, a snide remark ready, but before he could deliver his punchline, an eerie glow spilled out from Blue Basenji Bay. It wasn’t the usual shimmering blue, but a neon green, like a glow stick had taken a bath there.

Max and I exchanged a look. “Well, that’s not normal,” I said.

Bella the Collie joined us, her eyes wide with the gossamer of concern. “Guys, the fish are floating,” she announced, her voice lilting over the word ‘floating’ as if it danced on the breeze.

We scampered over, my poodle agility showing off – not that I was competing, but if I were, gold medals all around, am I right? There they were, fish suspended mid-water, defying the very laws of… fishness. Our paws met the edge of the bay, three detectives facing the supernatural without a clue.

“Haven’t seen anything this weird since the catnip incident of ’09,” Max mused.

That’s when the ground started to shake – a modest tremor, like Mother Earth had chuckled at a private joke. From the depths of Cavalier Cove came a bubbly gurgle, and all the water in Pawsburgh began to swirl counter-clockwise.

Now, I’ve read enough human books to know this wasn’t any ol’ weather pattern. Bella’s fur stood on end, and even Max’s laid-back facade cracked a little.

“Let’s check Pooch’s Pizzeria. This calls for a meeting – and I call dibs on the Meat Lovers’ Special,” I declared, because obviously, the world might be ending, but pizza is eternal.

The streets of Pawsburgh had emptied, every dog sensibly hiding, whispering about the strange occurrences, maybe even crafting their own wild theories about underwater alien bases or collars with mind-control devices.

Inside Pooch’s Pizzeria, we huddled. I could smell the pizza, hear the gentle whirring of the ceiling fan, and for just a moment, the strange happenings outside seemed miles away.

“This,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady, “is something we’ve never dealt with before.”

The pizza arrived, a heavenly distraction, but our meeting was interrupted by something even more bizarre. A portal shimmered into existence right beside the garlic knots. It was like looking into a kaleidoscope, dizzying, colors that I didn’t know existed. And from that psychedelic abyss emerged…

A squirrel.

But not any ordinary squirrel. This one spoke.

“Lucky, Max, Bella,” it chirped. “Pawsburgh chose you. Are you ready to save your town?”

Ready? I was born ready. I glanced at my friends, and with a nod, we stood, our paws steady despite the quivering earth.

“Ready as we’ll ever be,” I said. “But uh, can we take the pizza to go?”

Adventure awaited, and we’d heed its call. But on a full stomach, naturally.

The End.