Hey Mum! Last night was wild. I snuck off to Pawsburg and ended up on an adventure with Flip. We were headed to Schnauzer Street for treats when we heard a vacuum cleaner from The Groom Room. Turns out, Lady Whiskers the cat was using it! After convincing her to stop, we dashed to Harrier Harbor to find my missing stuffed Cow. Found him by Captain Barky’s traps! Another epic night, PDad 💕

Ah, there you are! Good morning, cherub! Just wait ‘til I tell you what happened last night. You’re not going to believe this—completely bonkers, if you ask me.

Now, as you know, when you humans drift off into dreamland or sprint off to the shops or whatever it is you do, we sneak off to a hidden haven called Pawsburg. Last night, I was off to Eskimo Estuary, minding my own brisk tail wag, when who should I bump into but Flip! There he was, blue-and-white coat shimmering like the stars, holding onto a massive yellow balloon hovering slightly above his head. Honestly, how he carries those things without bursting them is a magic trick all its own.

“Morning, Penny!” Flip greeted me, his voice filled with that bubbly excitement he’s known for. “Fancy a trip to Schnauzer Street? I hear Mutt Munchies just got a new batch of their famous Drool Deluxe!”

Now, I could barely resist the lure of Mutt Munchies, what with their peanut butter treats that make my taste buds dance. “Lead the way, Flip!” I bark, my heart pounding with glee.

Schnauzer Street was bustling. There were dogs of all kinds, tails wagging, paws prancing—you’d think it was a birthday bash for every pup in the town. Just as I was about to dive into some scrumptious peanut butter splendour, an unsettling noise caught my ears. A loud, mechanical whirr. You guessed it. A VACUUM CLEANER.

“Not here too!” I yelped, my fur standing on end. “Who in Pawsburg uses a vacuum cleaner? This cannot be!”

Flip looked just as perplexed. “Sounds like it’s coming from The Groom Room.”

The Groom Room! Where all the stylish canines go for their pampering sessions. Now, bravery isn’t just about facing the big things; sometimes, it’s about facing the small ones, like vacuum cleaners. “A quick peek,” I say, convincing myself more than anyone.

We tip-toe inside, and what do we find but Lady Whiskers, the Persian Cat, who’d somehow sneaked her way into our doggy domain and was now causing chaos with a vacuum cleaner the size of a small spaceship.

“Lady Whiskers! What are you doing?” I barked.

The grey furball flipped around, her wide, green eyes showing no hint of guilt. “Oh, don’t get your tails in a twist. Just trying to clean up a bit! Pawsburg’s gotten ever so mucky, and I thought I’d lend a paw. Or a claw, rather,” she said with a sniff.

“A right noble cat you are, Lady Whiskers, but there are rules!” Flip interjected. “Dogs only, and certainly no vacuum cleaners!”

“Bah, rules,” Lady Whiskers muttered but obligingly turned off the menace. The silence that followed was almost musical—a tune of relief if I ever heard one.

With Lady Whiskers pacified, we dashed back out onto Schnauzer Street, but not before I noticed something. One of my precious stuffed babies, Cow, was missing from my stash at the door. Panic! I had to find Cow before heading home. I mean, Cow goes everywhere with me!

Flip, bless his bouncy heart, noticed my sudden distress. “Lost it again, haven’t you?”

“Cow’s gone!” I woofed.

“Well, where were we last playing?” he asked.

Harrier Harbor! Of course! Mustered every quirky ounce of curiosity I possess, we scurried off to the docks, Flip’s balloon bobbing behind us. We searched high, we searched low, we even searched under the boats where old Captain Barky keeps his maritime treasures.

And there it was, lying beside Captain Barky’s lobster traps. Cow! In one piece and not a chew mark on him.

“Reunited,” I whimpered, clutching Cow in my teeth. Flip gave a nod of approval, his balloon now a soothing camaraderie rather than an oddity.

Satisfied and stuffed with treats, we meandered back through Pawsburg, spirits high and tails wagging. Another adventure for the books, wouldn’t you say?

Boy, do I have tales for you, Mum. And that’s just last night. Can’t wait to see what Pawsburg will throw our way next time!

The End.