Hey Mom, remember our old Bulldog Lilly? Well, imagine her as my cosmic sidekick! She’s navigating nebulae, feasting on intergalactic cheese puffs at Fur Tacos, joyfully sunbathing at the Choco Chihuahua Castle. She’s no fan of space vacuums but give her an alien canine party, she’s all ears (and tail)! Sign us off with another cosmic dance, hope to share more barky tales soon. Love, Lilly Bug.

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Why, there I was, logging another hyper-jump in the vast reaches of unchartered space, my English Bulldog Lilly riding shotgun. You wouldn’t believe it, but the silly creature had that irrepressible bulldog smirk plastered on her dual-toned face, her right tooth gleaming in the onboard lights. Her forepaws rested on the console, the unwavering image of the oddly perfect Spencerville reflecting on her eyes. Spencerville – a celestial utopia where the souls of our departed pets frolicked in eternity. All a bit bonkers (geddit? Bonkers. Dog joke, never mind.), but comfortingly so.

Lilly loved it up here. She’d scour intensely at the vast cosmos as if challenging it, her body, compact, and splendidly capable, merging into the spacecraft’s controls. In Spencerville, her favorite was a doggy restaurant, ironically named Fur Tacos. Devouring their galaxy-famous cheese puffs (not dog food, thank cosmos!), her happy bellied body would wriggle with joy.

Our old track sped on the cosmic jukebox, the Western Labradoodle Lake lost in a distant nebula, while Lilly pined for an ice cream steal off Husky Hill. Rates there were easy, dare I say a bit too easy. She’d orbit around, stubbornly independent as always, her radiant personality painting an endearing image in the continuum of space and time.

She never did like the vaccums of space, tricky to navigate those, and would promptly disappear into the control cabin, pretending to meddle with the hyperdrive. And if she’d had enough of ‘the force’? Well, that’d be another hyper-leap to our spaceship’s backyard, to the idyllic Northern Choco Chihuahua Castle for sunbathing, where she could spend dog years sprawled in warm interstellar sands, nonchalantly chewing on an imported opossum.

Encounters with alien canines were met with Lilly’s usual indifference but mention a raucous inter-animalian translator party at Bark and Bites, her curiosity would be piqued. I reckon it was the interstellar cheeseburgers accompanying tales of mythic canines that intrigued her. Lilly the explorer, Lilly the adaptive.

Alright mate, time to log another hanging-out-to-dry with Lilly against the backdrop of a cosmic eclipse. These grubby old star clusters had never looked so alive before. So, here goes to more wild, bizarre tales in the vast embrace of an infinite, barky cosmos, with my enigmatic Lilly.

The End.

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