Hey Mom and Dad,

It’s Normiekins, just checking in from Spencerville—this place is a dream! Snacks galore, friendly faces and my own cozy spot. Spencer the Pug gave me a grand tour; I feel like a celeb here. Miss you tons, gonna find Fat Russell and Elliott soon. Don’t worry, I’m living it up and doing my part with a wag in my tail. We’ll have stories to tell when we catch up. Keep those home vibes coming!

Tail wags and face licks,
Norman

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Hey, Norman here—and before you worry, let me tell you about my astonishing first day in this wondrous place called Spencerville. It’s kind of like doggy heaven, but with way better snacks, and oh boy, do I have tales to wag about!

So, I’m strolling over the Rainbow Bridge, right? I was a bit anxious leaving you, not gonna lie, but this place—it’s like your stash of treats times infinity. Then out of nowhere comes this snazzy Pug, Spencer. He’s the mayor here! Who knew? The guy’s wearing a business suit, and honestly, he pulls it off.

Spencer’s the VIP tour guide, showing me the ropes. I get it—it’s a huge deal to have me here. He says, “Norman, buddy, live it up! Go on adventures and keep your peeps posted with a barkphone.” A phone, can you believe it? And guess what—Fat Russell’s around here somewhere. I’ll sniff him out, no sweat.

I’ve got my own bed and breakfast spot, decked out just for me. There’s a plush bed that feels like snoozing on cloud nine, toys galore, and a giant picture of you. Yeah, had a moment there. My little terrier-beagle heart did a sad wag. But then—cheese! They had cheese, and you know I can’t resist that.

Let’s be real though. I miss my fluffy shadow, Elliott. He was the Batman to my very small Robin. I bet he’s out here, tail wagging, waiting to slobber all over me. Man, I miss that big lug.

Everyone’s a friend in Spencerville. There’s Dog-gone Good BBQ (the ribs, I mean, come on!), Bark ‘n’ Roll (rock on with your bad self), and Doggy Donuts. Yup, I’m gonna gain like ten pounds because donuts are my new cardio.

But here’s the thing—it’s not just about the eats and treats. It’s all comfort, all the time, like a never-ending belly rub. They know about my snow aversion—they get me. No chilly paws here. And solitude? Pfft, forget about it. There are more pals than you can shake a stick at—which I tried, and it turns into fetch real quick.

So, this is me telling you I’m more than okay. I’m living my best dog’s life, chasing balls to my heart’s content with temperate weather and gourmet snacks. But hey, I still have that barkphone. We’re never really apart; you’re with me, right here, inside the ol’ rib cage. And one day, we’ll reunite, and oh boy, the stories I’ll have for you.

Until then, keep the porch light on for me. I’ll be dreaming of your smile, the sound of your voice calling my name, and the gentle way you’d scratch right behind my ears—ah, that’s the spot.

Yours in spirit and in sniffs,
Norman

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