Hey Mom,

King of Spencerville here, ruling with my blue coat and regal insouciance. Today, Max, Bella, and I tackled the Eastern White Westie Woods and dodged Retriever River’s indignities. We wrapped up with bacon at Waggle n’ Wok—fit for a ruler. I miss you immensely, but my kingdom keeps me steadfast. Until we meet again, your valorous Dubz 💙👑🐾.

Clearly, reigning debonair atop the verdant backyard of Spencerville isn’t as glamorous as one might assume, but I wear my blue coat with an air of regal insouciance. My beloved mom always said I had the heart of a king, even if it was plastered on my peculiar nose.

Just this morning, as I lay in my majestic sunbeam, a wretched drop of rain had the audacity to interrupt my thoughts. Disturbing, really. I bounded inside, naturally, not before ensuring every inch of my royal fur was kept impeccably dry. A king mustn’t be compromised by mere weather.

Now, Spencerville is the epitome of doggy delight. Take a stroll, if you will, through the Eastern White Westie Woods where the scent of adventure lingers in the air. Delightful, even poetic, if one had a poetic bone in their body—which I, regrettably, do not. A good bark suffices in all situations, I find.

One’s palace, of course, isn’t complete without a supporting cast. There’s Max, a beagle with an impressive knack for mischief. Let’s be judicious, his antics could topple a lesser kingdom. Then there’s Bella, the gentle labrador, as dependable as a car ride, always up for a nuzzle—very loyal, very regal.

We three spent the afternoon near Retriever River, frolicking, despite my rather innate wariness of water. Bella waded through it like an elegant gazelle, while Max and I conspired from the shore. If you must know, I find rivers disruptive to one’s regal dignity, not unlike that accursed rain.

My reign, dear reader, also demands hearty sustenance. The day met a rather triumphant crescendo at Waggle n’ Wok, where the glistening strips of bacon drew near from kitchen realms unknown. I occupied a spot worthy of a ruler, on high alert for any scandalous shortage of bacon. There is nothing, I tell you, nothing that ignites a royal decree quicker than bacon-induced bliss.

Mustn’t neglect to mention the official squeaky ball situation—my most cherished token of joy. A single squeak sends tremors of excitement through my entire being. How peculiar it must sound, a sovereign reduced to such frenzied delight; but the heart wants what it wants, especially when shaped quite distinctively.

Ah, and then, there’s the matter of my siblings—Tank and Bella. Yes, it’s another Bella, and while duplicity in names could cause quite the royal confusion, it doesn’t. Tank, robust and unwavering, brings a tumultuous energy to my court. Bella, my sister, adds an angular yet gracious balance to our small monarchy.

When evening drapes its velvety cloak over Spencerville, we reconvene. Each of us—dubious an essential to the delicate balance of this canine haven—finds refuge in The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium or the divine treats from The Woofy Bakery.

In the gentle hum of twilight, I contemplate. True, I miss my mom, her presence a distant refrain in the syllables of my daydreams. But I am patient, for hers is a return that every inch of my stubborn, valorous heart anticipates.

And so, with heavy lids and contented sigh, I drift off. Another day in the splendor of Spencerville, where my rule, though built on bacon and squeaky balls, stands unwavering. A kingdom of loyal companions, endless fields to explore, and the inevitable promise of a reunion more splendid than any dog’s dream.

The End.