Hey fam,

Just had the wildest adventure EVER! Played fetch, snuck into enchanted Pawsburgh, discovered a time machine with Duke and Bella, and traveled to old-school Pawsburgh. We dodged ancient vacuums and made it back safely 🐾. Home now, napping. Life as Wolfgang is anything but ordinary!

Bark ya later,
Wolfy 🐶

I had just finished a thrilling game of Fetch-the-Indestructible-Red-Rubber-Ball with the kids at the park when I felt the call to Pawsburgh, the enchanted dog town. As soon as the coast was clear and the humans were occupied with things like “dinner” and “emails,” I slipped off to my secret portal beneath the oak tree in our backyard. Before I knew it, I was standing in Mastiff Meadows, my favorite spot on the green earth—or, in this case, green fur.

I made a beeline for Doggie Diner, hoping to snag a bite of something juicy that didn’t involve anything green or leafy. Just as I was about to go through the door, Duke crashed into me, nose twitching erratically.

“Wolfgang! You’re just in time for the biggest discovery of the century!” Duke’s eyes were practically glowing with excitement, which usually meant trouble.

“Duke,” I sighed, “Last time you had a ‘big discovery,’ we ended up at the bottom of Pyrenean Peak covered in beetle juice.”

“This is different. Bella and I found a time machine!”

“A time machine,” I repeated, my tail involuntarily wagging with curiosity.

“Swear on my sniffer,” Duke insisted. “We found it in an old doghouse at The Howling Husky Hardware Store. Come on!”

The three of us—along with Bella, the oversized lapdog who thought she could fit anywhere—trotted through Garnet Greyhound Grove and into the hardware store. Inside, amid a sea of chew toys and squeaky gadgets, stood a contraption that looked like a car if a car had paws, wagging tails, and a lever labeled, “Bark to the Future.”

“But… why here?” I asked, inspecting the quirky vehicle.

“The Howling Husky Hardware Store is the perfect cover! Who would suspect?” Bella piped in, pressing her massive frame into the driver’s seat with surprising finesse. “Plus, look at all these modifications. It comes with a self-filling water bowl!”

With a mixture of reluctance and excitement, I climbed aboard, my blue coat catching the glisten of the lever. Bella, who barely fit, announced, “We’re taking a detour to the past! Hold on to your tails!”

With a sound reminiscent of a thousand dog whistles, the machine hummed and blinked, and before we could whine “Scooby,” we found ourselves in a different Pawsburgh, decades ago. The air was fresher, the bones, oh, the bones were buried deeper. Pyrenean Peak was still there, looming tall like an old friend we hadn’t met yet.

“Why didn’t you tell me THIS would happen?” I barked at Duke, though inwardly I was loving every moment of this adventure.

“Seemed more dramatic this way,” he replied, grinning with that mischievous Beagle charm. “Shall we explore?”

We roamed through the vintage Pawsburgh, where Pyrenean Peak was pristine and untamed, and Chowhound’s Chophouse had just opened its rustic doors. I found a young version of the owner and nearly lost my tail collecting a handful of chicken scraps from him.

Suddenly, we heard a persistent squeaking noise. My ears perked up, recognizing it immediately. My eyes widened with horror. The vacuum cleaner! An ancient version was being demonstrated to a crowd of eager dogs.

“We need to go!” I yelped, thinking of nothing else but our swift, squeak-free exit.

“Hit the lever, Bella!” Duke commanded.

We dashed back to our quirky vehicle just as the ancient vacuum cleaner—in all its terrifying glory—made a move towards us. Bella slammed down the lever, I closed my eyes, and .

We landed back in present-day Pawsburgh, hearts racing.

“Whew,” Duke gasped, shaking his fur. “Best adventure yet!”

Bella and I agreed. And as we trotted back to our doggy-world lives—me for a nap in my cozy, blanket-filled corner and a respectable distance from anything that squeaked—I couldn’t help but feel grateful for my friends, for peanut butter, and for the cozy, loving confines of my family’s home.

Who knew I’d ever have a story about time-traveling to tell them? But then again, life as Wolfgang is anything but ordinary.

The End.