Hey Mom,

Had the wildest day zipping through time with Rocky and his souped-up car. We turned Pawsburg upside down on a grand, old-style adventure without even a single fur out of place! I’m officially a timeless classic now ;). P.S. Imagine getting compliments on your top knot from a dapper Yorkie from the past. This Peekapoo just made history!

Stay fabulous,
Coco Chanel 🐾✨

In Pawsburg, where the sun always sets at the precise moment that every dog’s dinner should be served, I, Coco Chanel, woke up to the tick-tock of the grandfather clock standing sentinel in the hall. I stretched my legs, my white paws perfectly contrasting against the ebony fluff of my coat, adjusted my top knot, and pondered the day’s mischief I might get into.

Today, I had planned a visit to the famous Pointer Pier, where the scent of sea salt mixed with the fragrance of crepes from the Doggie Diner danced on the air. It’s a haunt where sophisticated canines paraded, and where my kind of dog could find the sort of chewable bone that one could savor without disgracing one’s top knot.

Given my aversion to messy meals and rambunctious canine reverie, indeed, Pointer Pier’s refined atmosphere suited a lady like myself—until, that is, Rocky suggested we experiment with the peculiar contraption he had been tinkering with in secret, a modified car that could do more than carry us to and fro.

“It’s a time machine, Coco!” Rocky announced, his cream-and-white coat shimmering in the morning light. “I’m talking about Bark to the Future! Think about it—mysteries of the past and grand adventures of what’s yet to come!”

“A time machine?” I barked, dubious yet intrigued. “Can it transport us to a world where all treats are cheese-flavored, and all bones are perfectly gnawable?”

He nudged me with his muzzle, his tail wagging with every word. “Only one way to find out!”

We hopped into the car—it was a spectacle, all gadgets and gleaming buttons, looking conspicuously out of place beside the brick-lined boutiques of Pawsburg. The Pet Partners Pet Supplies store’s windows reflected back our daring image; me with my impeccable appearance, Rocky with his guardian-like gaze.

With a press of a shiny red paw-pad (curiously cheese-shaped), we zoomed forwards—or should I say backwards—in time. The sunny avenues of Pawsburg dissolved into a blur, and my stomach did somersaults rivaling my most acrobatic of top knots.

When our world finally stilled, I peered out to see an older Pawsburg—no, it was Quartz Qimmiq Quarter, untouched by modern paws. The dogs here roamed with a different air, their fur styles outlandishly charming.

“Rocky, look!” I yipped as I spotted an older version of the Woof and Whisker Wellness Center. “Do you think they know the secret to everlasting elegance?”

Before he could answer, a dashing young Yorkie approached. “Pardon me, madame, but your hairdo—I must say, it fetches the beauty of the moon’s own glow!”

A blush may have graced my cheeks if my fur hadn’t been so impeccably black. I exchanged pleasantries, filled with the charm and grace of a true Peekapoo socialite, though held back the fact that we were visitors from the future. Not a hair on my top knot faltered as we exchanged tales of canine fancies and faux paws.

Eventually, we found ourselves drawn back to our time contraption.

“Ready to head home?” Rocky woofed, a twinge of nostalgia in his bark.

“Absolutely,” I replied, with a sigh of great melodrama. “One can only take so much excitement before a cheese treat calls one’s name.”

We returned as swiftly as we had left, Pawsburg’s warm and familiar streets reappearing around us. It was as if we had never left, save for the extraordinary memories nestled between my ears – beneath the perfectly positioned bow, of course.

Though chronologically no time had passed, we had journeyed through ages, and I, Coco Chanel, had become not just a legend of Pawsburg, but of epochs past, all without a single stain on my fur or a misstep in my genteel repertoire.

Rocky leaned in close and murmured, “This will be our secret, sister. Our hidden life.”

But as I drifted off to sleep that night under the twinkling Pawsburg stars, I couldn’t help but wonder, with a wag of my tail and a spark in my heart, where and when we might venture next.

The End.