Hey Mom,

Imagine this: Lulu the Brave was snubbed at a Pug palace, outflanked at a howl-a-thon, almost suckered by a vacuum, and tricked out of treats. Drama followed me like treats follow tricks! But in true Bulldog spirit, I found joy in the jaws of defeat – a secret pizza stash! Spencerville’s got nothin’ on me. 🐾😂

Licks and wags,
Bestie above the Restie

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Oh, what a day, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, things in Spencerville are usually as smooth as my coat on a good fur day, but this one was different. Let me weave the yarn of how I, Lulu, the English Bulldog with more charm than a cupboard of kibble, had the wildest romp since Pupcake taught me the art of the canine can-can.

This morning, the air smelt like adventure and freshly baked Pupperoni Pizza. I hoofed it over to Western Fawn Pug Palace, but do you believe it? They wouldn’t let me in! Said it was Pug-Exclusive, and my robust bulldog physique and dapper brindle and white attire were not ‘pugly’ enough. Pugly! As if there’s such a thing. I scoffed – and it came out like a snort – then trotted away, head and tail held high.

Determined to show ’em what they were missing, I made for the park, ready for some jolly ball frolics. But what’s this? Happy Hounds Dog Walking had booked the entire meadow for a ‘Howl-a-thon’. Not a patch of grass left for a ball to bounce! Well, l let out a huff, deciding not to let it ruffle my fur.

Next stop: The Wagging Tail Bookstore, a place of boundless litter-ature. But today, a mishap awaited me – they were hosting a book signing, ‘The Vacuum: The Misunderstood Monster’. I bolted! That villainous contraption! They wanted to put me face to snout with the brute? Not on your nelly!

Barely had I shaken the terror from my paws, when my stomach rumbled, a subtle reminder of the bliss of cookies. Off to Ruff-n-Ready, a fine establishment! Yet as fate would have it, ’twas ‘Clean Plate Day’. Dogs with empty bowls got free biscuits, but I was late to the party! My bowl, very much unempty, still bore the remnants of breakfast. Such cruelty! Such abject disappointment!

Desperate times called for desperate measures; I needed a pick-me-up. Husky Hill for a drive! The wind in my fur, the bouquet of tantalizing scents, when – Egad! – a canine convoy of car-riding enthusiasts had blockaded the whole hill for their parade. ‘Out of the way, Bulldog!’ they barked as they passed in their shiny red wagons.

“That tears it,” I declared, resolving that if anyone could change her stars, it was Lulu the Brave, the Protective, the Undeniably Plump. I decided to hit up Paws On The Grill for their highly touted ‘Bark-BQ’. But alas! Misfortune gnawed at my heels once more as I arrived amidst the ‘Annual Fire Hydrant Appreciation Banquet’. Not a seat to be had, not a rib to be spared!

The world seemed to conspire against me, but I wouldn’t be cowed. For what is a bulldog, if not a creature of relentless heart and unbending spirit? With the taste of imaginary cookies on my tongue and the echoes of adventure ringing in my ears, I rallied.

With no recourse left, I paraded back home. And behold! In my backyard kingdom, a gem awaited – Pupcake, my Shepherd mix compadre, had left me a surprise: The remnants of a real Pupperoni Pizza, hidden beneath the Hydrangeaceae bush for future feasting! Joyous snorting ensued! Oh, the games Pupcake’s spirit plays!

So there you have it, my dear comrades of the canine kind. Even when faced with a cavalcade of comical conundrums, remember that every mud puddle reflects the sky above. And every so-called ‘bad’ day can turn up a buried slice of pizza or a serendipitous treat, right in your own backyard. For this is Spencerville, and I am Lulu – living proof that the land of perpetual tail-wags writes its own punch lines.

The End.