Hey Mom,

You won’t believe the night I had! Snuck out to Pawsburg and found myself at Dograssic Paws—think prehistoric pooch park with ancient dog breeds! Met Direwolves, an Otterhound, and even faced off with a Baluchistan Mastiff. Nearly ended up as a dino-dog’s snack, but I escaped and made it home safe. I think I’ve earned belly rubs for life! 🐾

Love,
Berk

It’s a Tuesday night, and as my humans drift off into their usual symphony of snores, I sneak out the doggy door, my paws landing in Pawsburg, where adventure awaits every curious twitch of my whiskers. Tonight, I’m headed to Dograssic Paws, the latest and greatest theme park in town, which boasts genetically recreated ancient dog breeds. This isn’t just any Saturday fetch session; this promises legendary bristle and bone encounters of the barkind.

Before you can say “squirrel,” I’m bounding past Quartz Qimmiq Quarter, my black-tipped ears alert and my bushy tail curled in perpetual curiosity. With every step, I’m more giddy than a pup near a squeaky toy. My first stop is Canine Kabobs for a quick pre-adventure snack. I spot Chubz, my bulldog buddy, greedily munching on a skewer of beef. He looks up, his stripey face breaking into a slobbery grin.

“Berk! You ready to see some ancient fluff?” Chubz snorts, snuffling up the last of his kabob.

“You bet your kibble, I am,” I reply, grabbing a kabob for myself. “But first, I’ve got to wrestle it out with my stuffed Lambsy to steady my nerves.”

Stuffed Lambsy had been my once-white-now-beige companion since puppyhood, and a few bites always did the trick. With my nerves settled, we trot off together to Pointer Pier, the gateway to Dograssic Paws.

The theme park is every dog’s dream—vast expanses of land with scents from epochs long past. I swear I sniff a whiff of saber-tooth Chihuahua. Along Shiba Inlet, the first pen reveals Direwolves, their massive frames and feral glares a testament to their ancient reign. Chubz and I share a look—this place might be a tad more intense than your typical dog park.

As we wander deeper, something catches the corner of my eye. A rusty gate creaks open ominously. Out pops a dog whose genius intelligence is rivaled only by its sheer adorability. It’s a Taxides Pelagus, or for those not up on their extinct dog breeds, the awe-inspiring Otterhound from the Paleontological era.

“Whoa, buddy, wrong side of the fence!” I bark, trying to nudge the furry escapee back inside.

“Nah, let him be!” Chubz whispers conspiratorially. “This is like, the ultimate game of hide and snack!”

Just as I ponder the ethics of interspecies playdate diplomacy, the ground quivers. Like, serious tremors, the kind that could shake cats out of trees. Before me, in all its ancient magnificence, stands a Baluchistan Mastiff. The sheer size of its paws puts my car-ride enjoyment to the test—I could almost ride in those pawprints!

“Err, Chubz? I think we overplayed our paw here,” I mutter, gulping before blinking to see Chubz already high-tailing it out of there.

I scramble and take a turbo-charged leap into a nearby bush. And who’s lounging there in the impossible cool of a cat? Binx! His emerald eyes reflect a calm, uncanny serenity. I swear, cats have a sixth sense about this stuff. He gestures toward a tree, and I follow like it bears a squirrel jackpot.

“This looks like the perfect lookout, don’t you think?” he purrs.

A growl breaks my reverie—another ancient canine beast figuring out which century’s preferred snack I hail from. My tactical brain kicks in, and I climb the tree. Yes, dogs can climb trees when motivated! My tail hooks over a branch, and from this high perch, I spot park rangers corralling the escapees.

Finally, with the Dexter Canis Wrangler and his team back in control, the ancient pooches are safely contained. Exhausted but triumphant, I make my escape back to the normalcy of Pawsburg.

Returning home, I snuggle into my bed, tail unwinding from its question-mark form, Lambsy tucked under my chin. It was a doggone thrilling adventure, but for now, I’m content in my fluffy fortress. Until next time, Dograssic Paws. Berk out.

The End.

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