Hey Mom,

Just rocked my debut on “The Pet Bachelor” – think ball gowns but with more fur. I’m the star everyone’s barking about, navigating the fancy feast of flirtation and finding heart-tugging moments with old souls like Max. Just so you know, haven’t found ‘The One’ yet, but each wag and look adds to my story here. Off to dream under the stars until tomorrow’s tail-waggin’ drama resumes!

Woofs and wags,
Codi 🐾✨

Listen to the story here

“Good morning, Spencerville,” I bark out, the dim warmth of a familiar sun peeking through my blinds. It’s not every day that a Shih Tzu like me – Dakota, that is – gets to headline a show as grand and heart-fluttering as The Pet Bachelor. Here I am, an aristocratic tuft of grays and whites, caught in the midst of a whirlwind of romance and companionship.

Let me break it down for you. Today’s not about finding love. It’s about the chase, the thrill, the dance. It’s about a day in the life of me, weaving my way through a maze of affections at Cream Maltese Meadow, the first stop on this wild canine quest for my perfect playmate.

First up, we’ve got Bella, a frisky Pomeranian with eyes like glistening pools. “Dakota, darling,” she coos, doing that thing where she spins in a circle before sitting, “Surely, out of all our hearts thumping in this grand meadow, you feel the rhythm of mine the strongest?”

Clever girl. But before I can answer, I’m whisked away, the host – a dapper Golden Retriever with a voice that could soothe even the most raucous of kennels – nudging us towards the next heart-pounding event: Snack Sharing at Sniff ‘n’ Snack.

Here I am, sitting regally at the head of the table, canine contestants lined on either side. A parade of the finest doggy cuisine marches before us, each pet presenting me with a choice morsel. But as the bowl of greens comes my way, I can’t help but turn my snout away. No, even in my high-and-mighty world of romance, I haven’t developed a taste for such things.

Next, the show parts its curtains on Bullmastiff Boardwalk, the sun dipping low, casting long shadows that turn the world into a stage of light and dark. And it’s not all about the play of affections; it’s about connection – one that transcends the show and touches upon the fabric of who I am.

Enter Max, an old soul of a Labrador who’s seen his share of life’s flickers. He doesn’t just offer a playful tug-o-war with the rope, but rather a moment, sitting beside me, simply watching the world roll by. It’s as if his silent company murmurs words of understanding, mirroring those quiet times with Dad – memories that cling with the persistent warmth of a midday sunbeam.

With each wag of their tails and longing looks, they try to etch a place in my narrative. But a heart knows. It always does.

It’s dizzying, the choices and the voices. The twilight wanes, ushering in the hushed tones of impending decisions and inevitable heartaches beneath the twinkling canopy of Spencerville’s stars.

The show ends, roses bestowed, but know this – no producer, no script can capture the silent promise shared in a glance or the comforting weight of another’s head resting against mine. Those are the unspoken chapters of my day – no, my life – here in Spencerville.

Tomorrow, the cameras will roll again, the quest will continue. But until then I find solace in the simple pleasure of a night embraced by the silent symphony of a pet’s paradise, waiting, just waiting, for that perfect reunion.

The End.

Share This Story: