Hey Mom, I wanted to let you know that I’ve been super busy here! I helped solve a little neighborhood mystery and made some new friends along the way. All in a day’s work for Super Cooper! 😊🐾

When the moon was hanging high like a bone in the sky, and the humans were tucked snug under their bed sheets, I knew it was the opportune moment. I, Cooper—Super Cooper, as some call me—hastened across the verdant meadows, slipping through the hidden portal to Pawsburg. The magical town buzzed with excitement, and tonight’s grand event was destined to be the stuff of legend: the opening of Dograssic Park.

Believe you me, this wasn’t yer ordinary dog park. No, siree! Dograssic Park was a place where the top-notch canine scientists of Schnauzer Street had recreated ancient dog breeds using the wizardry of doggy DNA. Word had gotten around fast, and I wasn’t about to miss it, loyal and energetic hound that I am. Not to mention playful and brave—some may even say protective, especially around my mates and our domain known as the Backyard.

Arriving at Terrier Town, I saw a long queue of canines waiting eagerly. Buster the Great Pyrenees had saved me a spot. “Evenin’ Buster,” I panted.

“Evenin’, Cooper,” he woofed back in his deep, rumbling tone, his white fur gleaming under the park’s emerald-tinted lanterns. “You ready for this?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. Hope they got some obnoxious pigs in there, though,” I replied, wagging the tail like a windmill.

With a series of barks and nudges, we made it through the gates. The sight was something to behold—giant bones carved out of Topaz Terrier Town decor, and tall trees that seemed to touch the sparkling stars. “Welcome, one and all, to Dograssic Park!” Ranger Ruger, a brown and white Paint horse, neigh-barked over the loudspeaker. “Remember the rules: no growlin’ at the goats and no chasin’ the chickens!”

As we trotted deeper into the park, my protective instincts kicking in, I noticed my pals in high spirits. There was Daisy the Blonde Chihuahua sniffin’ around, and even Scooter, the Black and White Fox Terrier, jumping between the ancient mutts like a flipping acrobat.

Our first stop was the Retriever Raptor Rampage, a demonstration of ancient Retriever breeds that had been brought back to life. “The fur on those fellers looks shinier than a new tug-of-war rope,” Marley, the Chocolate Chihuahua, marveled. The Raptors howled and performed tricks, albeit a bit too close for comfort, their teeth could use a pass through Whisker Wellness, if you ask me.

We then ambled over to the Mastodon Mastiffs and Sabre-Tooth Shih Tzus exhibit. They were nothing like your average pooch. “Wouldn’t want to meet one of those in a dark alley,” Dimples the Grey Chihuahua shuddered. As brave as I am, I kept a close eye on these reconstructed beasts.

But, the real mischief began at the Tail-Twitching Treats stand. There, treating myself to a scrumptious bone, I overheard whispers: “Some breeds have escaped!” It was about as unsettling as hearing the delivery person at the door. Swift as a hare, I looked around—ferocious prehistoric canines roamed free, gnashin’ and a-growlin’.

“Quick, to Whisker’s Workshop,” I barked to my pals, rallying them like the Protector I was born to be. We scampered through the chaos, dodging ancient beagles and bounding over primitive poodles. Yo us off in the mere distance were our fellow critters, huddling together in solidarity.

Turns out ancient instincts were no match for a modern German Shepherd with smarts. I led the charge to corral the unruly pack, using my brotherly tactics honed on the farm and the snake-high grasslands. Moments later, peace was restored, and the park buzz of regained composure.

Back in the human world, lying in my backyard under the sleepy eye of the moon, I replayed tonight’s grand adventure. “Bester’s gonna love this tale,” I thought, tail twitching with pride. Life on the farm may be straightforward, but you never know what waits in Pawsburg—whether it’s an ancient breed or an obnoxious pig.

And so, dear reader, another paw-some night came to an end. Until the next adventure, stay loyal, stay brave, and never pass up a good toy.