Hey Mom,

You won’t believe it, but I became the unofficial mayor of Pawsburgh today when aliens touched down! Turned a regular doggo day into a first contact fiesta. I led the pack to meet ’em, served up some interstellar diplomacy, and got us all signed up as cosmic ambassadors. Even got a tale or two for when the human’s back from work. Just another day in the life of your son, Kai – Pawsburgh’s very own Star Barker!

Love,
Kyros 🚀🐾✨

P.S. Don’t forget to leave out an extra bowl of water; diplomacy is thirsty work!

Listen to the story here

“Now, let me recount a peculiar day that dawned on our beloved Pawsburgh, would you believe it, an alien invasion it was! As I lay stretched across the sun-kissed grass of Emerald Eskimo Estuary, quite suddenly, I tipped my snout towards a most unusual spectacle in the sky. A ship, mind you, not like any boat that sails Kelpie Keys – no sir, this was a vessel of interstellar travelers, casting a shadow over Mastiff Meadows as it descended.

I hitched myself up on paws, ears perked, a sense of adventure already tickling my senses. My heart, steadfast as the day is long, whispered a silent prayer for my human, safely off to work, blissfully unaware of the extraterrestrial happenings around her farm-like domain.

The townsfolk of Pawsburgh, they were in quite a kerfuffle. You could hear barks ‘n yips from Shepherd’s Shawarma to Pup’s Paella. Even the rowdy bunch at Rottweiler’s Ribs were huddled together, ribs half-nibbled, eyes skyward with awe and a smidgen of trepidation.

These folks weren’t your run-of-the-mill, four-legged furballs; each one was sharper than a cactus in a balloon shop. Braver, too. But let it be known that alien visitors weren’t regulars, even in the mysterious enclaves of Pawsburgh.

Now, a curious case was I, never once turning down a romp through open fields in favor of a mundane toy. So, facing these intergalactic beings, I figured the same principle applied. No sense in cowering by the Pooch Playhouse when adventure was afoot! And besides, what tale would I spin for my human if I did not investigate the hubbub?

Drawing upon this unspeakable bond with my fellow canines, we fancied ourselves a welcoming committee of sorts, equally prepared to sniff butts or protect these hallowed grounds, depending on our visitors’ intentions.

I bounded forth, paws thumping earth as if sending morse code to the cosmos, and arrived at the heart of Pawsburgh, where the craft had set down by The Doggy Depot. The doors of that foreign ship eased open with a hiss and gust, and there emerged the most peculiar creatures. Gangly they were, covered in sheens of iridescent scales rather than decent fur or even feathers.

The pack drew closer, as much out of curiosity as bravado, I reckon. We faced these aliens, every tail stiff, eyes unblinking, save for the few miscreants still gnawing on a snack from one of the eateries.

I, Kyros of the red-flecked ears and the unmistakable spot near my tail, took the step, heck, the leap of faith to meet the leader of this alien brigade – a most lanky critter, with antenna-like protrusions wiggling above its head.

“Welcome to Pawsburgh,” I barked, not expecting much of a reply.

Lo and behold, the being understood! With a series of chirps and hums that danced through the air like dragonflies on a summer breeze, it conveyed greetings and assurances of peace.

Of course, all details must wait for another time, my dear reader. For now, I’ll say that our newfound friends were merely lost, their navigation gone haywire like a pup chasing his own tail. And their state of confusion was something I resonated with, feeling a tickling unfamiliarity with that certain ‘none’ thing I selectively disliked.

It became an exchange, with us showing them the warmth of Pawsburgh hospitality and them imbuing us with tales of galaxies yonder.

So, that’s the yarn I have to share, about the day us dogs of Pawsburgh became ambassadors to the stars. And it’s a fine tale too because, as my human often says with a twinkle mirroring the ones in my ears, ‘Kyros, you lead quite the life.'”

The End.