Hey Mom,

You won’t believe the adventure Gizmo and I just had! We were teleported by a glowing tree, teamed up with Lady Lacey the Cocker Spaniel, and saved Pawsburg with enchanted cookies from Rufus. All in a night’s work while you were at book club! 🐾✨

Love,
Little Fish

Alright, buckle up pups, because I’ve got a doozy of a story for you straight from the heart of Pawsburg. I’m Mattie, your curious and somewhat-too-brave-for-my-size Chihuahua, and the most recent escapade was a tail-wagging, paw-tingling adventure I’ll never forget.

It all started one evening when Mom had gone out for her book club. I’d just chewed the last bit off my little brown stuffed Weiner dog when my ears perked up to Gizmo’s distinctive bark—beckoning me from the shadow-filled corner of my backyard. Gizmo had that “something bizarre is dialed to a ten” look in his wire-haired, werewolf-like face. I knew immediately this wasn’t just another game of fetch gone hysterically out of control.

We sprinted through the moonlit streets, finally arriving at Cavalier Cove. Normally the place for peaceful sunbathing, it was eerily still tonight. At the edge of the Cove was an ethereal glow around the ancient oak tree—a glow that pulsated like it had its own heartbeat. I exchanged wary glances with Gizmo. We both knew what we had to do.

“I’m not usually a bark-before-you-leap kind of gal,” I said, doing my best impression of a suave detective, “but this reeks of strange.”

“I’ll go first,” Gizmo replied, puffing up his chest. For a 6-pound Yorkie with werewolf vibes, his bravery was commendable.

We tiptoed closer, the glow becoming almost blinding, until it yanked us like a vacuum turned up to full power. Suddenly, we were standing—or more like teetering—on the edge of Rottweiler Ridge, a place known for its treacherous cliffs and wailing winds.

“That… we’ve definitely been teleported,” Gizmo muttered, eyes wide in shock.

Before we could process what had happened, a melodic bark echoed through the air. It was Lady Lacey, the curious Cocker Spaniel and notorious Pawsburg investigator. Her golden curls bounced as she approached us with a mix of amusement and concern.

“Don’t tell me you two stumbled into the Heart of Pawsburg,” she said, shaking her head.

“Heart of Pawsburg?” I asked, pretending not to shiver.

“It’s an ancient force,” she explained. “It teleports dogs to different parts of Pawsburg whenever something strange is afoot. So, what’s the mystery?”

Gizmo and I exchanged confused glances. We had no clue yet, but it was clear something needed unraveling.

We took a slow walk to Vizsla Valley, hoping to see something out of the ordinary. Halfway through the valley, the grass started parting on its own, revealing a hidden path leading to The Woofy Bakery. Now, anyone who knows me, knows that luring me with food is a win-win. Plus, cookies? Yes, please!

Inside, the lights flickered and the smell of fresh doggy biscuits filled the air. At the counter, a hulking figure was piling cookies in a bag like it was an end-of-the-world sale. It was Rufus, Pawsburg’s friendly neighborhood Mastiff.

“Rufus!” I barked. “What’s the rush?”

He turned, towering over us but with a gentle grin. “These cookies? They’re enchanted. Lady Lacey’s right; there’s something strange happening and we need these for protection.”

Enchanted cookies? This night was just getting weirder by the wag.

“By the way,” Rufus added, “You’ll need these to tackle whatever phenomenon is at Barking BBQ.”

Barking BBQ? That was the hotspot! We zipped over there, cookies in paw. The moment we stepped inside, the delicious scent of Arby’s-like roast beef wafted into my nose. If this was danger, I kind of liked it.

Beneath one of the BBQ tables, a pulsating, swirling vortex was forming. “Here goes nothing,” Gizmo and I said, taking simultaneous bites of our enchanted cookies before jumping into the vortex.

No one can recall exactly what happened next—whether it was cosmic travel or just a wild hushed talking-over-ridiculous-theories moment—but we found ourselves back at Cavalier Cove. The glow around the oak tree was gone, and instead of strange eeriness, everything felt, well, absolutely normal.

Lady Lacey, Rufus, Gizmo, and I sat, panting and laughing. We’d solved… well, something. And our cookie-stealing escapade had turned out to be a magical misunderstanding.

And that, dear human, is how my stuffed Wiener dog, Gizmo, and I saved Pawsburg from… um, whatever it was. Now, back to cuddles and roast beef dreams!

The End.