Hey Mom & Dad,

Just saved Pawsburgh from a spectral Lab stuck in a portal—it’s all in a day’s work for your intrepid fur-hero. Fetched my way to peace with a rope toy and then feasted with friends. Remember, this pit bull’s got more tales than a kennel has barks!

Licks and wags,
Holly 🐾🦸‍♂️✨

You won’t believe the day I’ve had. Well, not a day really—more of an adventure, and me being a Pit Bull with a taste for the dramatic, you might expect nothing less. Officially, I go by Holly, and unofficially, I’m the hero of Pawsburgh… or so says my buddy, Buster.

Pawsburgh—it’s our secret, where us canines dance under the moon’s glow while our two-legged companions dream of… well, who knows what humans dream of? Anyway, I digress. It was on the cusp of twilight and dawn, a time when things aren’t quite what they seem, and Pawsburgh was no exception. I found myself trotting along the cobbled streets towards Pearl Papillon Promenade, with the sole aim of meeting Buster and Whiskers for a good ol’ chinwag.

However, fate, in her infinite mischief, had other plans. No sooner had the scent of Barker’s Bakery’s finest treats tickled my nostrils than I espied an eerie glow emanating from Blue Basenji Bay. It was a shimmering portal, as out of place as a cat in a kennel.

You know me, I’ve got this thing about bravery. So naturally, despite every alarm bell in my head (and the low-key hope of a chicken treat reward), I trotted towards it with an air of nonchalance that would’ve made any Spaniel green with envy.

Now, transdimensional hoo-ha is not something you see every day, even in Pawsburgh. There, in the twisting whirls of light, stood a spectral Labrador, looking as bewildered as a pup hearing a vacuum cleaner for the first time. He barked a plea, something about being trapped by an incorporeal bone. I know, bonkers!

I’ve never been one to shy away from a chance to showcase my intellect—I once outwitted a particularly smug squirrel in front of the human, much to their amusement—and this was no different. Approaching the shimmering dog, I said, “You fancy a game of fetch? I’ve got the perfect toy!” I whipped out my trusty rope toy and, with the finesse of a master trickster, I lobbed it through the portal.

What happened next was a blur of otherworldly light and canine shenanigans. That spectral Lab, bless his incorporeal paws, fetched the rope and in doing so, shattered the bond holding him to the portal. With a grateful yip, he burst into a thousand twinkling lights, and peace returned to Blue Basenji Bay.

And so, my supernatural escapade ended as quickly as it began, without a single human the wiser. I met Buster and Whiskers at Sniffer’s Sandwiches, regaled them with tales of my heroism over a well-earned feast, and laughed off Buster’s suggestion that I had merely dozed off mid-play and dreamt the whole affair.

Thank Whiskers for his wisdom. He knew the truth; some things in Pawsburgh are too curious to share with just anyone. And he’s right—such tales are best saved for those with four paws and a penchant for the extraordinary. Or at least for you, dear reader, who knows just how special this rust-colored Pit Bull truly is.

It’s just another ordinary day in the life of Holly. Well, for Pawsburgh standards, anyway.

The End.