Hey Mom,

Guess what? I just led a bunch of furry friends on a wild adventure to find the legendary Spirit Collie at Boxer Beach! Turns out, we’re all being watched over here in Spencerville, preparing for a grand reunion with our humans someday. Pretty epic, right? Also, craving some Pupperoni Pizza now!

Love, Wrigley Roo

You wouldn’t believe the sort of day I had. Spencerville might be the sort of place where a dog could spend eternity sunbathing and sneaking slices of pizza, but even paradise has a way of throwing a curveball every now and then.

The sun was just starting its descent when I was lazily stretched out under my favorite tree— a sprawling giant with enough shade to host a barbecue. Chenice, the flashy poodle from down the street, came galloping over, her curls bouncing like springs. “Wrigley! There’s been a sighting at Boxer Beach!”

I lifted an ear, raising a lazy eyebrow. “A sighting? Did they spot the mystical Squirrel King again?” I chuckled, but Chenice’s eyes sparkled with something more serious.

“No, it’s something else. Glennie said he saw it; he was manning the lighthouse. They think it might be the Spirit Collie.”

Ah, the Spirit Collie. A legendary figure in Spencerville, rumored to appear under peculiar circumstances. No one knew why or how, but every pet in town knew of it. Some said the Spirit Collie was a guardian, while others claimed it portended a grand adventure. Either way, curiosity tugged at my very soul.

I sprang to my paws, legs stiff from lounging. “Well, I suppose we should investigate. With me, my dear Chenice!” I bolted towards Boxer Beach, with Chenice hot on my tail.

When we arrived, the beach was buzzing with energy. Maddie and Camden were digging furiously near the shore, their tails wagging in unison. Smokey, the old husky who knew more about this town than any living pet, sat with his eyes trained on the horizon.

“You heard the news too, Smokey?” I asked, panting slightly.

Smokey nodded, eyes still fixed. “I have. Saw it myself, too. Right there, above Collie Canyon. Like a ghost, just floating.” His normally gravelly voice held a hint of awe.

Leia, with her pristine white fur, pranced over with an air of command. “Well, what do you think it means, Wrigley?”

I sighed, scratching an ear. “Well, friendos, there’s only one way to find out. We need to go and look for ourselves.”

Pug Palace wasn’t far from Boxer Beach, an easy skip and a wag away. I was leading the pack; the air thick with anticipation. The closer we got to Collie Canyon, the more I felt my fur stand on end. There was something about that place— a kind of electric quality in the air.

Halfway up the canyon, I caught a glimpse of something shimmering. It wasn’t a trick of the light; it had a presence. Moving closer, I realized it was indeed the Spirit Collie, a translucent figure radiating warmth and kindness. My floppy ears perked up instinctively, and I found myself deeply transfixed by the hauntingly beautiful apparition.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more surreal, the Spirit Collie’s mouth moved. “Wrigley,” it said in a voice like the gentle rustling of leaves, “you and your friends are being watched over. Your time here in Spencerville is filled with joy, but remember, this joy prepares you for the great reunion.”

I froze, trying to process what I was witnessing. My friends had all gathered around me, their faces a mixture of awe and bewilderment.

“Did you hear that?” Maddie whispered, though in the eerie silence of Collie Canyon, it felt louder than a bark in a thunderstorm.

I nodded. “We heard, Maddie.” Turning back to face the Spirit Collie, I found my voice. “Will we meet again?”

The Spirit Collie gave a nod, more sensed than seen. “Yes, dear Wrigley. Remember this place is not the end, but a beautiful waiting room.”

With that, the figure vanished as if it were never there. I blinked a few times, making sure I wasn’t imagining things, and caught Chenice nudging me with her nose.

“Wrigley, you okay?”

I shook myself out of the daze and grinned. “Never better. Let’s say we head over to Pupperoni Pizza? I could use a slice after all that.”

As we trotted back, the sun was setting, casting an amber glow over Spencerville. For the first time, I sensed the profound truth in our joyful existence here. We weren’t just frolicking waiters; we were a family loving life at its zenith, readying ourselves for the time when our humans would join us once more.

And hey, you know what they say— life, or afterlife, is better with pizza.

The End.