Hey, it’s Blaze. What a whirlwind! Landed on an island, led the great coconut revolt with Whiskers and Molly. Survived on fish, ugh! Missed my steak, but no broccoli in sight. Phew! After weeks, our humans found us. Back to my cosy bed, the scent of Amanda, and hopefully a steak waiting. I do miss my red ball though. Guess it’s truly a dog’s life. ~ Blaze, the Island Emperor.

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What a caper it was, turning in for a good night’s sleep next to Amanda’s bed, only to wake up on an island that certainly wasn’t my precious backyard. Just one moment I was carefully tucking away my red rubber ball under my paws, next I was in a place far, far away from my home, without even the scent of Amanda’s lavender perfume on my nose. No Upper Black Bulldog Bay, no wagging tails in Shih Tzu Stadium, and no, my beloved red rubber ball is not discreetly tucked away under the coconut trees.

Blimey, where was I? The salted scent of the sea and the unfamiliar barks clued me in – I was not in Pawsburg anymore, my friend. Not the Belgian Malinois’ usual haunt, mind you, but it somehow smelled…exciting.

Conversely, the food situation here was pretty dire, especially for a steak-loving, broccoli-hating canine such as myself. Make no mistake, I’m no vegetarian rabbit – coconuts and greens weren’t going cut it. As I mused over my predicament, bemoaning the lack of Bark ‘n’ Roll drive-thrus, a familiar meow broke my concentration. Ah, that elusive creature, Whiskers, looking as out of place as a cat can look amongst dogs.

Whiskers, Molly, and I did some brainstorming – between the three of us, we had wit, brawn, and yes, even aloofness. Just an observation, but cats sure are moody, but I suppose that’s just their delicate nature or something. That aside, we were still friends stranded on an island together so what could we do? Keep calm, and dog on, I suppose.

With Whiskers catching fish and hunting rats (Much as it pained my dignity, hunger was a powerful motivator), Molly – thanks to her inherited Labrador knack for swimming and fetching – solving water issues, and me- Master Blaze, plotting an escape from this island, we were doing well. Not Pawsome Pancakes well, but well enough. Especially when you consider the absence of Dapper Dog Salons and broccoli, the latter being a tremendous relief.

Days blended into weeks, our survival skills honed as we waited for rescue, the quirkiness of our situation getting a bit monotonous. But then, island life without steak interrupted by occasional ball-throws was not my idea of vacation. I am a Denver dog after all.

Finally, after what seemed like a century in dog years, a familiar scent hit my senses – It was Amanda! I haven’t been this excited since the last steak dinner. Turns out, our day trips to Pawsburg had secured all of us rather detailed ID tags; our humans were finally here to get us back on track.

As we sailed back towards civilization, the enticing scent of Pawsburg became stronger, perhaps a tale of another adventure after some wave of my tail, and a tender, deliciously barbecced…broccoli-free steak refill.

I was home, back to Pawsburg and Amanda. As I lay next to her, the familiar scent of lavender filling my nose once again, knowing that I’d perhaps wake up to some mischief in Pawsburg, I thought to myself, ‘ It’s a dog’s life after all.’

The End.

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