Hey Mom and Dad,

Guess what? Your furball detective Pebbles has had quite the adventure in Pawsburgh—unraveling mysteries, scarfing down burgers, and chasing laughs with Jelly. Found myself stuck in one howlin’ loop ‘til I learned the REAL treasure is our tales. Can’t wait to share every whisker-tinglin’ detail with you! Catch you at sunset!

Licks and wags,
Pebbs 🐾🕵️‍♀️💖

Well now, pull up a chair, or should I say, a comfortable spot on the rug, for I’ve got quite the yarn to spin. It’s about yours truly, Pebbles, the Shih Tzu with more color in her coat than Pawsburgh’s got fire hydrants. Now, Pawsburgh ain’t like any ordinary place you’ve heard tell about. It’s a canine Shangri-La that we, the four-legged types, whisk off to whilst our folks, bless their hearts, go about their two-legged business without a notion of our secret lives.

One curious hours-of-light (day ain’t the right tickle for we lack the confine of sundown-to-sunup, understand?), I woke at the stroke of what humans’d call the first blush of morn, rubbin’ my eyes – if you could believe it – at the foot of Rottweiler Ridge. I knew somethin’ was afoot, something peculiar and I reckoned it weren’t for lack of dreams.

I stormed down to Canine’s Cuisine for my usual – a hamburger without the frills, juicy as fresh gossip. Lickin’ my chops with that shared delight, I skipped all mirthful to Fetch! Toys and Treats where I cornered the purveyor for a good ol’ Lamb Chop toy; my steadfast companion in times of leisure, nippin’ at the heels of boredom.

“G’mornin’, Pebbles!” hailed Jelly roll, that purring tabby comrade of mine who held court at Onyx Otterhound Oasis with the grace of a portly duke. We rolled and frolicked ’till Pebbles here was all tuckered out. You might think that was the day’s end of it. But friend, that’s where you’d wager wrong.

For the next hours-of-light, and many more after, that same scene played out like a record on a loop. Each startin’ the same: I’d wake and shake myself at the foot of Rottweiler Ridge as if the hand of fate had spun me ’round and set me down right there. A perplexing riddle it was, makin’ me wonder if I’d lapped up a bad batch of creek water.

At first, it seemed a laughin’ matter, repeatin’ my favorite indulgences without a care. But as it wore on, the merriment of the affair began to tarnish, and I found myself a dog chasin’ her own tail – figuratively, mind you; Pebbles has more pride than to engage in such follies for no good reason.

Now, bein’ a Shih Tzu of formidable intellect, I appointed myself to solve this most confounded predicament. Was there a lesson in these repetitions? After countless hamburgers, countless frolics with that ol’ cat, and countless swoops on my treasured toy, it finally dawned on me; it was something deeper than the belly’s yearnin’ or the heart’s contentment.

The lesson, as it were, lay in the bond I cherished most dearly. With all these repeated goings-on, I’d neglected the tales to tell my momma when she’d come wonderin’ what old Pebbles had been up to. For what’s a story worth if not shared with the object of your most heartfelt affections?

So, with a newfound purpose, I changed my course, skippin’ the habitual in favor of the novel. I sauntered into The Howling Husky Hardware Store and with a twinkle in my eye, asked for a pen and paper (which might I add, is no small feat without opposable thumbs).

“Fix to do some almighty reckonin’?” the husky behind the counter asked.

“Somethin’ like that,” I replied, waggin’ my tail.

I penned – err – pawed down the remarkable happenstances, the peculiarities, and the lessons learned during these cycles of the same. And, on that final repeat of the hours-of-light, or so it felt, I curled up ‘neath the moon, clutching that sacred paper between my teeth, waiting.

Come the blush of the new morn, my eyes fluttered open to a different sight; my very own backyard, the realm of endless possibilities – and diggin’. Momma’s sweet voice pierced the early air, like a song meant just for me.

And with elated paws, I handed her the chronicles of Pawsburgh, my ground-dog tale, and watched as her eyes lit up with each word, a connection richer than the finest marrow and truer than the North Star.

And that, my dear friend, is the tail – I mean tale – of how this colorful Shih Tzu named Pebbles lived the same day over, but found that through love and shared stories, every hours-of-light is as unique as the next.

The End.

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