Hey there,

Having a paw-some time in Pawsburg. Been visiting all the dog hot-spots, from Greyhound Grove to Dog-gone Good BBQ and more. Even snagged some time with Bella. Shh! Almost blew it though, gulped down an orange peel (yuck!). Can’t wait for the next adventure. Till then, keep your tail wagging.

Yours in barks and licks,
Spike

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Every time Marjorie takes that dreadfully long vacation to her sister’s, I hop aboard the Night-Bone Express and ride like the wind to Pawsburg; that mythical dogtopia that would make even Lassie fill her collar. Each time I set my paw on the sandy surrounds of the Dalmatian Desert, I’m greeted by the smell of grilling patties from Bark Burgers and I know, I’m home.

The first stop? Greyhound Grove, of course! My mate Whiskers swears by the thrill of running games we play there, while Tweet rides the winds high above us, her songs filling the air.

The afternoon demands a visit to Northern Choco Chihuahua Castle, where the queen herself serves us choco-biscuits that are just the right amount of gooey. Sharing them with Whiskers and Tweet, we dig into the irresistible treats, laughing at our own sticky choco-beards.

Next in line is the Dog-gone Good BBQ, the ribs are, well, rib-cracking good! Their Grilled Chicken Delight is such a poultry-arty, one taste and your tongue would do a foxtrot all on its own. Having gorged ourselves, we waddle off towards Marjorie’s backyard; the sight of her field of tulips, the smell of the grass, it’s like a balm to my often over-excited soul.

Spa for Paws is another must-visit. This unique place somehow merges a state-of-the-art spa with the ambience of a cozy den. It’s bliss to have the knots kneaded out of my tired muscles.

Long after the sun has set and the last straggler has snuck back to their human homes, I find myself at the Tail Wagger’s Tailor, getting fitted for a dapper suit. Why? Because there’s only one reason a dog dresses this fine in Pawsburg – you’re out to win a heart.

To steal a moment with the lovely Bella, the elegant and sophisticated belle of Pawsburg. Our rendezvous at Bark ‘n’ Roll is always punctuated with laughter and mirth, her cherry-red bandana ever-contrasting with her snow-white fur, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Not that it’s always smooth sailing. This morning, she was taken aback to see me gobble down an orange peel. That led to a rather unforgettable spit-take incident I’d rather not get into. Ah, the things one does for love…and grilled chicken.

As night falls, I lay curled in the moonlit backyard, my paws smelling of fresh earth, Whiskers curled up at my side and Tweet cooed from her spot in the tree. Another adventure-filled day was ending in Pawsburg. Soon, I’ll go back home, back to Marjorie, where I’ll dream of Bella until my next trip to Pawsburg.

Such is life, full of unexpected twists, delightful turns, and a very distinct aversion to oranges. Boy, do I hate those citrusy devils! But oh well, you can’t have everything. Or can you? Let’s find out!

The End.

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