Hey Mom, guess what? I’ve been the hero in an adventure! Kept my humans safe, found a hidden treasure, and made new furry friends. Can’t wait to wag my tail for you and give you all the deets! 🐾

Love, Lulu Bird

Well, I reckon you wouldn’t believe what a critter like me gets up to in a place like Spencerville. But believe it or not, there’s more to life than chasin’ Jolly balls and barkin’ at the ol’ vacuum. And when you’re an English Bulldog by the name of Lulu—or as some call me, Lovie Dovie—you find yourself in all sorts of hullabaloos, cosmic and otherwise. Today’s tale, my dear reader, is but a snippet of such exploits.

Now, don’t get me wrong, Spencerville’s a regular doggone paradise—what with Brindle Brown Boxer Beach at one paw and Labradoodle Lake on the other. A perfect place for a playful, loyal, and stubborn ol’ gal like me to rest her bones. But sometimes, the stars literally align, sending me on adventures outta this world. And wouldn’t you know, today was one of those days.

Started like any other, with breakfast at Pawsome Pancakes, where I indulged in my favorite, cookies. Mighty fine eatin’. But just when I was fixin’ to head over to Western Fawn Pug Palace for a yap with my fellow chums, a peculiar light flickered in the sky, like the eye of a celestial Golden Retriever winking at me.

Next thing I knew, I was whisked aboard a spaceship fancier than a new chew toy. Out trots Pupcake, my old Shepherd mix pal who’d arrived in Spencerville a year ahead of me. Her tail was waggin’ like we were youngsters again, and she said, “Lulu, ol’ Bestie above the Restie, the universe needs savin’ and you’re just the dog to do it.”

Well, when a gal’s got a nickname like ‘Bird’ and an interstellar reputation, she ain’t gonna turn her snout up at destiny. So off we went, space-farin’ faster than a squirrel on caffeine. Turned out the Vacuumoid Empire—machines as nefarious as your everyday household vacuums, except they aim to suck up whole galaxies—were causin’ a ruckus.

Long story short, and believe you me, it was a tail-wagger, we faced off against those Vacuumoid varmints. Pupcake and me, along with a ragtag band of cosmic canines, put up one heckuva fight. There were dogfights—both figurative and literal—and I even got to use my brain more than a couple times. Intelligent, they call me, and I suppose savin’ galaxies proves the point.

But shoot, it was the loyalty and braveness that really shone through. I never fought so hard for anythin’ in all my dog years, even when I used to battle the dreaded vacuum back home just to surprise attack it. And wouldn’t you know it, we won. The galaxy was safe once more, and I tell ya, no Vacuumoid’s suction was a match for our dogged determination.

After all the hootin’, howlin’, and heroics, back to Spencerville we went, just in time for supper at Dog-gone Good BBQ. As I nibbled on some tasty treats, I thought of my Mom and how she’d be proud of my cosmic capers. One day, we’ll be reunited, but until then, I’ve got plenty of adventures left in this brindle and white body of mine.

And as the stars twinkled like cookies in the night sky, I settled into the comfortable normalcy of Spencerville, ready for whatever the next cosmic call to arms might bring. So, dear reader, let this tale be a testament—whether bound to Earth or soaring among the stars, there ain’t no sittin’ pup like Lulu when it comes to guardin’ galaxies and havin’ the time of her dog life.