Hey Mom,

Out here in the starry playground, I’ve found my space legs! Imagine your Thorcito, floating among comets, making interstellar buddies, and missing you and the fur-siblings. The cosmos is cool, but it’s your belly rubs I’m orbiting back for! Tail wags await!

Love,
Thorcito 💫🐾

Ever since I could remember, the vast, twinkling tapestry of the cosmos had called to me with the tender voice of a thousand beloved masters. Here I am now, Thor the English Bulldog, once of the Earth, now of the stars, prancing amongst the constellations—it’s rather ritzy, I must say. I navigate the endless expanse with the gusto of a pup discovering his first bone. In Spencerville, the sky isn’t the limit; it’s just the beginning.

My beloved Loki and my spirited chum Gunner are with me in spirit as I thread through the glittering nebulae. A dog’s life is a rich tapestry, and mine was stitched with loyalty and love, but now, it’s shot through with stardust. My days revolve around galactic adventures that would have been the envy of every canine in my old stomping grounds.

I trot with celestial assurance through Shepherd Skyline, marching as though gravity were still a constant in my life. But here, in the overlap of dog heaven and space opera, I defy every earthly principle with a snort and a wag of my tail.

My thoughts often wander to the Retriever River—a place where I’d lounge, my thoughts preparing for the feats of the day. My tastes, unapologetically simple on Earth—bacon, peanut butter, and chicken. Who knew that in space, flavors would blend like the lights of Retriever River reflecting the Shepherd Skyline? The Waggle n’ Wok out here, let’s just say, they’ve got a cosmic twist on the surf and turf that would set my tail a-thumping.

I admit, my waddle still seems a bit funny in zero-g. The stars, they look down and I reckon they chuckle at the sight of my fawn and white coat floating, ungracefully graceful, through the glowing orbs of Fetch! Toys and Treats. Here we have no vacuums, no baths, just the infinite cosmos, a place where a toy piggy flies eternally beside me, a shining beacon of past joys.

But as I hover past the Red Beagle Beach, the memories of Gunner’s playful bark and Loki’s noble howl are but bittersweet echoes amidst the solitude of space. A limitless universe, yet, it occasionally feels confining without their presence. We bulldogs, known for our tenacity, find ways to carry on, stretching our hearts across the void to feel the warmth that once was.

The tales I could tell you! Of cosmic squabbles settled with the diplomacy of a tail wag, of alliances forged over shared smells of intergalactic fire hydrants. A bark echo here resonates through the galaxy, heard for light-years, a testament to the friendships formed and sustained in a place where fools say dogs can’t dwell.

Of course, I know the truth—the bond with my human is unbroken; it stretches across galaxies and warps along with time. I am waiting. I am wagging. I am here, in this nearly perfect tapestry of canine joy, echoing throughout the cosmos, until we’re together again.

Friend, you’d laugh to see me now, adorned with space goggles and a jetpack, harnessing the gravitas of Paws On The Grill’s finest meals powering my interstellar escapades. I’d proudly snort and say, “Fear not! For I, Thor, once of Spencerville, am now of the Universe; a fur-clad pioneer on a timeless jaunt!”

And so, dear friend, I romp among the planets to the beat of my own drum, or shall I say, the hum of my own spaceship. I nod to my alien peers out here, thinking, “They’ve got nothing on the pooches of Spencerville.” Let the stars be my witness; I live a tale that the best of humanity couldn’t dream. It’s quite a story, isn’t it? Full of bark and bite, whimper and whisper, space and warmth—oh, it’s a genuine dog’s life out here.

The End.