Hey Mom and Dad, guess what? I helped guide my human through some tough times with my endless tail wags and snuggles, and even solved a few mysteries along the way. All in a day’s work for your favorite furry detective! 🐾❤️

Love, Bella Baby Girl 🐶

I was lying belly-up, catching the last rays of the afternoon sun in my human’s backyard when it happened. The misty portal shimmered to life beneath the bird bath, signaling another night of adventure in Pawsburg. I rolled over, gave a mild shake to fluff up my fur (a girl has to look good), and trotted through the portal.

I emerged in Doberman Dunes, the usual sandy gale tousling my fur. My best friend, Mya the Pit Bull, was already there, practicing her surfin’ moves. Her board, a polished slab of driftwood from the infamous Barkaroni Beach, balanced expertly beneath her paws. She barked a greeting, “Yo, Bella baby girl! Ready for another Paw-some night?”

I gave her a beagle chuckle. “Always am, Mya! Let’s hit Pawsitively Plush Beds and Bedding first. I need a new pillow for my ear-flop naps.”

We ambled up to that plush, luxurious store where those golden retrievers always treated us like the queens we are. The shop smelled like lavender and freshly dug earth. I selected a pillow that matched my tri-color coat and tested it out with a quick curl-up. Perfection.

Now properly equipped for snoozing, we made our way to Canine Kabobs. There’s just something about grilled chicken and apple on a stick that speaks to my soul—even if I do give the apples discreetly to Mya when no one’s looking. I savored each bite while Mya gulped hers down with unrepentant enthusiasm.

“What’s next on the agenda?” Mya asked between mouthfuls. “Doberman Dunes doesn’t do it for me all night, y’know?”

I considered it, my mind wandering to the familiar sights. “How about we head to Bloodhound Bluffs? I’ve heard there’s a new tunnel maze, and who can resist a good sniffing adventure?”

Bloodhound Bluffs was bustling with energy. We joined a group of friends I recognized—Rex and Nala, my feline pals (yes, cats do sneak in sometimes), and Misty the Chihuahua, who had a habit of bossing everyone around despite her size. We entered the maze, noses to the ground and tails wagging. Rex, ever the nimble one, darted ahead, leaving a trail of irritated meows.

“No fair!” Misty yapped. “His whiskers give him an advantage!”

“Quiet down, all of you,” I barked, taking the lead with Mya. “Let’s form a strategy. Left paw rule, everyone.”

We emerged victorious, tails held high and tongues lolling out in joy. I felt a tingling sense of pride, another adventure successfully conquered. It was nearing 9 PM, a critical hyper hour for me. I turned to Mya, eyes shining. “Let’s head back to my place and raid the toy box. I’ve got a new funky skunk I’ve been dying to show you.”

Back in my corner of Pawsburg, we tore through my toy box like maniacs on a sugar high. I flung the funky skunk at Mya, who caught it mid-air with expert precision. We played tug-of-war until our paw pads hurt.

“Enough, enough,” Mya wheezed, collapsing in a heap. “I think I need a cooldown.”

We both knew what that meant. We trotted off to Pup’s Parfait, our favorite dessert hangout. The bowls of vanilla and pumpkin parfait were more than a treat, they were doggy ambrosia. I wolfed mine down, thinking of my human family and how they had no idea about my double life. The thought made me giggle amid the parfait-induced euphoria.

As the night deepened, I knew it was time to return. I hugged Mya and the rest of my friends, promising more escapades next time. I dashed back through the misty portal just before dawn, landing softly in my backyard.

In the morning, my human mom would find me curled up on my new plush pillow, looking innocent as a newborn pup. Little would she know that while she slept, her “Tum Wubbs” was the queen of a magical world where every night was an epic tale waiting to be told. Now, if only she’d hurry up with my tummy rubs.