Hey Family,

Just wrapped up another wild night at Pawsburg! Started off with a bagel fiasco at Beagle Bagels (got whacked on the head), caused a plush toy avalanche at Fetch!, turned into a doggy mop at The Groom Room, dodged sprinkles at the Otterhound Oasis, and ended with an epic tug-of-war in a flowerbed with the rival crew. You wouldn’t believe the mess, but oh, the laughs!

Paws crossed and tails high,
Pumpkin Pie 🍁

Oh boy, let me tell you about the fantastical foible that was my last trip to Pawsburg! It all started on what I thought was a normal evening. The humans fell asleep, the lights dimmed, and I felt the enchanted tug that pulled me toward Lhasa Lane. Pawsburg called, and boy, did I answer!

As always, I met up with my best buddy Ollie, the most seasoned pug in all of Pawsburg. He may be small, but he’s got the heart of a lion and the stubbornness of, well, me. We had plans. Big plans.

“Ollie, you cunning rascal,” I barked as I trotted up to Pointer Pier. “What’s on the agenda tonight?”

Ollie squinted his tiny eyes up at me. “First, we snag ourselves some snacks at Beagle Bagels. Grab a pawful of those cinnamon-swirled ones. Delish!”

With soulful eyes eagerly scanning the pastry-laden shelves, I went in for the grab. It was like watching a high-wire act – precision paw work that would leave even the most agile gymnast clapping. The trouble started when I miscalculated my leap. Instead of a triumphant landing, I tumbled backward, sending bagels flying. Whomp! Bagel to the noggin.

Ollie snorted. “Smooth move, Sampson.”

I shook it off; there’s no room for ego in Pawsburg. We scarfed down a few bagels—like I always say, never leave a good bagel behind—and headed over to Fetch! Toys and Treats to stock up on squeakers and Chuckit sticks.

Inside the shop, the squeak of a ball caught my attention. I lunged, and guess what? It was caught on a high shelf. I’m telling you, the height difference between a laughing fit and a bad day is merely a few squeaky balls away. I pulled, I tugged, and the shelf came tumbling down like an avalanche of plush toys.

“Well, that’s one way to get someone’s attention,” Ollie quipped as the shopkeeper, a burly Bulldog named Bruno, frowned but quickly burst into laughter.

“You’re lucky you’re cute!” Bruno chuckled, tossing us a couple of squeakers for free. Score!

Next stop was The Groom Room. After all my antics, my coat was more disheveled than a raccoon at a rave. Just as I was settling in for what I thought would be a soothing scrub, Ollie sneezed. Out of the blue, the shower head took on a life of its own, spraying every dog in sight.

“Looks like we’re having a wet fur contest!” Ollie howled between his laughter. Me? Desperately trying to dodge the jets like a doggy air traffic controller.

After that fiasco, we trumped over to Onyx Otterhound Oasis to sunbathe, but—plot twist—the sprinkles were on. Yeah, I know. Me? Water? A pool? It’s the horror trifecta. I danced around those dread-filled droplets like my paws were on fire.

“Relax, Sampson, it’s just water,” Ollie said as he lounged on the side. Easy for him to say; he wasn’t the one who turned into a soggy mop.

As if the night couldn’t get more chaotic, an uproarious bark echoed through Pointer Pier. Our rival canine crew, led by a spritely Sheltie named Misty, challenged us to a tug-of-war. Now, I’m gutsy and Ollie’s got grit, but amidst all the pulling and yanking, an unexpected boisterous wave sent us all tumbling like dominoes into a flowerbed.

All paws and petals, we laughed so hard our sides ached. The chaos, the dust ups, the falls and fails—it all made for another unreadable chapter in the Book of Pawsburg Adventures. Before I knew it, dawn approached, and the magnetic pull of Earth yanked us back home, tired but joyful.

As I nestled into my bed back home, Dad’s voice drifted through my dreams. “Sampson, I wonder what you dream about. You always seem so happy. Probably just a peaceful stroll, right?”

Well, Dad, if only you knew.

’til next time, paws crossed and tails high.

Sampson, signing out.

The End.