Hey Mom! Just a quick update—I’ve been sniffing out clues, wagging tails, and keeping everyone’s spirits high. Saved the day, no big deal. Can’t wait for you to hear all about it!

Love,
Wrigley Roo 🐾

#### A Day on the Edge of Victory

I don’t know if you’ve ever tried balancing a life of sports stardom with a penchant for sunbathing, but let me tell you, it’s no small feat. Of course, being the affable, pronouncedly handsome Wrigley Roo, I manage it all with my signature goofy smile and floppy ears flapping in the breeze.

My day was just coming to life as the sun stretched its golden fingers through the leaves of my favorite tree. Under this tree—my tree—I could survey my kingdom in Spencerville, the utopian town where pets like yours truly live their best lives while waiting for the grand reunion with their human families. I could watch the Poodle Patrol on their daily jog around East Pug Palace and peek at the Golden Retriever Games happening at the Yellow Tan Dalmatian Desert.

On this hazy afternoon, I slunk out of my sunbeam, shook the remnants of morning dew from my tan body, and headed over to The Woofy Bakery. I had a big day ahead, one that demanded an energy-boosting peanut butter and pizza-flavored treat. The bakery’s familiar scents greeted me—a mix of savory delights that could make any pup feel like royalty.

Yesterday, Easton the Beagle had challenged me to a tug-of-war championship at Corgi Castle. It’s not easy getting Easton out of his lair, mind you. But when it comes to tug-of-war, even the most laid-back pooch can’t resist entering the ring.

I grabbed my Kong toy—strategically chosen for its perfect tug-ability and the sheer satisfaction of its squeaker—and made my way to the castle. The grand entrance, flanked by columns shaped like Milk-Bones, felt as if the structure itself wagged its tail in welcome. Easton awaited me by the magnificent gates, balancing on his hind legs, a look of solemn determination in his eyes. Despite our camaraderie, neither of us was willing to go easy on the other when a championship was at stake.

We took our positions and prepared to grip the Kong with the fervor of gladiators. On Daisy the Dachshund’s bark, we commenced our struggle. The thrill was palpable. Easton was formidable, but I had the advantage of my long body and, of course, my powerful blocky head.

It was when our tugging neared its climax—when competitive growls resonated through the castle grounds—that I had a moment of pure clarity. You see, I might look like a simple goofy soul, but there’s a strategic mind behind these big brown eyes.

“Easton,” I said between clenched jaws, “You ever tried the new pizza-flavored popcorn at Furrific Fried Chicken?”

In a spectacular twist of fate, Easton glanced toward the restaurant district, loosening his grip just enough for me to gain the upper hand. With one triumphant tug, victory was mine.

“Aw, Wriggles, you always know how to distract me,” Easton said, albeit with an admiring twinkle in his eye. “You won fair and square.”

Triumphant yet humble, I carried my trophy Kong back to my tree. Another spectacular day in Spencerville, another tale for the legends. From the shade, I could see the bustling activity of other pets making the most of their time here—from the Spaniels testing new waters at The Cat’s Meow Sushi to the Shih Tzus getting pampered at Spa for Paws.

As I lay under my tree, catching the final glimmers of sunbeam, I couldn’t help but think of Mary, my human. I missed her, of course. But in this paradise where every day was a new adventure, I knew we’d be reunited someday. Until then, there are championships to win, sunbeams to chase, and a whole town to protect with my blocky head held high.